#but also named after the Enigma Machine

[magknightidv]

Richard sterling x prince (hunter) reader. I really like the classics 😒. I also think it would be a cute dynamic

Uh, one second while I just- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.

Alr thank you for your time I'll get to writing now :3 I'm going out on a limb and guessing you want a male reader and not a gender neutral reader, but lmk if you want me to rewrite it for that.

Disobedience.

(Was written before I gained better understanding of his character so he may be ooc)

Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't expect of an Idv fanfic ig. Swearing, Mentions of aggression. (They kinda hate eachother through the first bit but trust the process), Fluff :3

Info: I originally intended to go for headcanons and then short little drabbles.. but ig this is what you get when you're hit with horrific brainrot for one character. [WRITTEN BEFORE HIS OFFICIAL RELEASE, I DONT REMEMBER IF PEOPLE LEAKED HIS ABILITIES SO IM KEEPING THAT DESCRIPTION MINIMAL]

Richard Sterling x Male! Hunter! Prince! Reader

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This Manor isn't to my liking. Too small. Compact. Nobody listens to me either. Disrespectful little rats. Have they no idea who I am?

Have I really been forgotten by the world that quickly? Surely not. Sister would not have let that happen, I'm sure. Of the entire family, she loved me. She saw me. She saw me as I am, not as the misconceptions they've had of me since the day I was born.

My eyelids finally force themselves open as the curtains of the room I've been placed in are pushed open by an unremarkable face I will likely never remember. Nobody of importance, however, the woman bows and makes a swift exit as she meets my eyes. She had quickly muttered something along the lines of "Breakfast is ready to be served."

Hm. Food didn't seem to even get a rise out of me anymore. The thought having lost its appeal after my incident. Court of fools. Court of shrivelled cocks and frog faced women. Neither appealing yet praised as though they are Gods greatest gifts. Can't even protect their prince from something as simple-minded as poisons in his meals. I suppose I should make an appearance before my "games" today, see who I am to be matched against to begin with.

The newest survivors are often who I am matched with as I am a new hunter. The Lady Nightingale, as I have learned to refer to her as, has insisted that it is the best way for us to adapt to our situation. The Fire Investigator seems particularly taken by the poor burnt Puppet man. Ms Mora, although sometimes able to fool me, often lacks the correct facilities to correctly defend herself against me. However, the role that catches my eye upon the list of survivors I am to play against is The "Knight". A name not seen by the other hunters, according to Mr Desaulnier. He claims to have heard whispers amongst the staff attending to us all but he merely thought it to be just rumours and gossip. Of all the Hunters, Joseph Desaulnier has been the best example of what a friend is in this sort of situation. He has been respectful and taught me the ropes all he asks in return is my reciprocated respect.

My eyes scan over the heads of the survivors currently nearby, all familiar faces in a sense. Although I have not been here long, I am aware of the majority of the survivors present in the manor and their general styles. Nothing out of the ordinary, I suppose.

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I have vague memories of a handful of matches I've played in this place. The Red Church. Lots of walls and the main church building is rather open, often a cipher placed on there making the chase for the survivors slightly harder if they do not get enough distance in time. My goal for this match, however, is not to find my usual survivors. I understand them, I wish to study the new puzzling enigma that is the "Knight".

An odd sort of sight is given to us hunters that allows us to see the machines being worked on. Slight shakes on multiple at once, its only a matter of figuring out which would be best to go to. Church it is. Whoever is there, regardless of it being the one I want or not will likely try to pass off the kite to another as there was a sudden switch of the journalist to the composer. I am more likely to find one of their decoders but one can only hope to be so lucky.

As I make my way to the church an odd figure is there to greet me. He looks up from the machine in shock and takes a defensive stance, this allows me to get a better view of the man. His hair is long and perhaps considered unneat but in a charming sort of way. He wears an outfit that exudes the very concept of nobility to a high level most of my fathers court could not even pull off. His face is angular and a beauty mark sits below his lips to his right side. He regains his composure as he realises I am not here to attack him. The church is quiet as a cipher is finished most likely by the composer in the far corner. Aside from the large popping noise it makes nothing is said between us, not until he decides to open his lips.

"Are you not the one sent to hunt us all? I am I truly so intimidating that you have become incomplete." Stern words, harsh even but it does not bother me as it is the sort of taunting I have received many times through my time. His eyes narrow viciously. Two colours? I would not have noticed had I not taken this time to study him, his left eye a stony blue colour and his right, a deep brown with green tints in both. At this point to have been able to see this I have since gotten closer subconsciously. As though drawn to his prescense. I catch myself before i get too caught up in it all however.

"I am the Prince. Your Prince. Show more respect, if you truly deem yourself to be an honourable knight." He seems to smirk at my title and his confidence only appears to double.

"So a spoiled brat, demanding obedience as though all around are his new pet puppy dogs?" He's trying to get a reaction. His arrogance is almost reflective of my own however he must have a means to be doing this or is it simply for his own pleasure, as my reason had been to observe. "How rude. You are no Prince of mine, not until you prove it. So, shall we dance, Your Grace?"

My composure slips at the words and I feel the angered snear take over my features, my stance becomes more offensive and I begin to hastily move towards the cocky man. "Speak not of being a brat. You're disobedience will get you nowhere but a chair back to the manor."

The chase was not as long as I was expecting, I suppose he truly was arrogant in his abilities today. Time will tell if he masters his skills. A tie was all I could manage with the hinderance the Knights and my initial meeting gave me. I am forever grateful that the Faro Lady believes she can be a rescuer with her ability, a terrorshock is all it takes.

The Knight appears to want to become my antithesis. So that is all he shall be. An idea abstracted from my own and strange.

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- After the first meeting they appear to be forced together through consistent matches against one another or rumors spreading that the two knew eachother prior to the manor.

- False rumors but you suppose it is not completely unreasonable that a prince and a knight, or so his name claims him to be, to be closer than other roles within the manor.

- He says little to others, and when he does it is often sickeningly sweet words. Sugarcoated truths made to seem like the words are kinder than they are just to draw others in.

- few had fallen for it so he had abandoned such a tactic in favour of bothering you in some form.

- be it in matches, his improvement in the way he moves through each map having improved significantly. Easily gliding past obstacles and dodging your skills. A real pest.

- Tension seems to continuously rise with no seeming resolve in sight. That is until one day you walk past the music room.

- Expecting the violinist on the other side of the door as the melody continues on, only to be met with the closed eyes of the Knight as he plays a somber tune.

- You go unnoticed until the end of the song, a smile forming on your face. His eyes flash open as though some otherworldly being made him aware of your presence.

- A silent understanding forms between the two of you. As though no words were ever needed between the two of you, simply because you both understood.

- The tension dissipates within seconds.

- You and the "Knight" seem to find a deeper understanding of eachother over time. He learns of your past and attempts to sympathise with your unjust demise, while he shares stories of his past before the loss of his family.

- He wishes to find his 'sister' but as time passes he finds himself drawn to you, wishing never to leave your side.

- That is exactly what he does. He takes the role of a true Knight that protects his master, although he still has a tongue as sharp as a blade and swift wit that goes completely unmatched by most others in the manor.

- He cannot seem to ever truly listen to your commands, but suppose it is the thought that counts.

---- fin.

OKAY I LOWKEY FELT I WAS WAFFLING ON AND FORGOT WHAT I WAS WRITING, I DIDNT EVEN ADD SOME OF THE STUFF I WANTED TO CAUSE MY TIMES FOR WRITING WERE SO CLUNKY BUT HEY I GOT IT DONE EVENTUALLY!!

(Not proof read, I'll go back and get that done lol)

[acupofinkedblood]

Ghosdeeri and child reader

Note: I was today years old when I realized her name is ‘Ghosdeeri’, not ‘Ghostdeeri’ (¬_¬")

Note 2: Eugh…is these time a mentally hard time for Libra? I’m exhausted "( – ⌓ – )

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•Life is such a weird concept, whether it’s for the better or the worse. Not like it will ever make sense anyway, because in the end, living being is already a question awaiting the answer after eternity. Of course, Inpherno itself is already an enigma that is waiting to be explored to the end of its core, if one decides to think about it. At least that’s what she randomly realizes out of the blue. That fact is highlighted even more when there are other individuals that are far from an Inphernal co-existing in the blind spot of one’s eye, like her. Ghosdeeri’s entire purpose is to be a scribe, an outsider of the world, who shall witness the history of Inpherno as a loyal alibi of whatever happened there. Aside from that, she simply has no other task assigned to her by her creator. So what will happen when a creature of Death himself decides to look after — or even attempt to nurture — a living being that is far more complicated than her own kins?

• One thing to note down about her is that even when Ghostwalker created her kins for the sole purpose of documenting the world, she isn’t mindless. Quite the opposite even. Ghostwalker didn’t create just her to be fixated on completing a task like a machine, but he made her sentient and capable of harboring her own thoughts. Not much in the emotional aspect though, since after all, too much of unwanted feelings will definitely affect her ability to carry out the task at hand of being the world’s audience. Ghosdeeri is capable of making her own decisions as long as it’s not against the nature of her duties regarding the library, which is why she’s able to roam around the mortal realm to make connections with others. Taking care of Lightblox is her choice. Befriending Traffic is her choice. And now, caring for you is the decision she will stay responsible to because she wants to do it, and nothing is going to change that fact

• She doesn’t understand nor remember why did she decide to look after Lightblox at the first place, and Ghosdeeri certainly doesn’t have a good explanation on why she decided to take care of you as well - another mortal. One mortal of an Inphernal is already much, yet here she is, dealing with two. But at least she already has some experience regarding her taking care of Lightblox for this long. Though she is definitely going to be somewhat surprised when noticing how you are less of a nervous wreck than her goddaughter. And by that, one means that she can’t entirely rely on the same method she used to raise Lightblox. Well, it’s not enough to make her flustered visually, but that alone is more than sufficient to make her fall deep in thought when trying to acknowledge the differences between you and Lightblox as well as trying to understand how different things work when it comes to you

• And that’s the very first thing she feels the need to know more about you as an individual. Not just as an Inphernal biologically, but personality wise as well. She wants to make sure that she understands you and your needs properly because there is a pretty high chance that you will be a total wild card that is gonna be nothing like she has ever witnessed before. Not much people is a neet like Lightblox anyway, so she has to make sure that she knows how to treat you right. Not just because you’re under her protection, but also because of her own curiosity when it comes to living being’s aspects. From your general wellbeing to see if you have any illness or problems that she should take note of, to your personality - such as what do you like or dislike? What is your favorite color? Your favorite activity? Your less favorite person? Do you need a certain thing that you need to have to live? What is your belief or philosophy? The list shall go on, hope that you don’t mind answering her questions

• Ghosdeeri also wants to make sure that your energy is not going to be affected by hers. This might be a new concept since it’s a thing that one wants to explore in her character, but since everyone knows Ghosdeeri is created by Ghostwalker — the very essence of Death himself — and adds up to the fact that her actual self is an eternal blaze beneath that vessel, the flame might have something to do with the underworld. The fact she might be made of soul fire, which commonly known as ‘ghost flames’ in a lots of other cultures, is definitely noticeable. Soul fire doesn’t go too well with most of the mortals that it comes into contact with. Unlike the traditional warm blaze, soul fire is as chilly as death itself, making those who come for it weakens both in physical aspects or even mentally. The very existence of its energy is enough to send a chill down someone’s spine, which should explain why you suddenly have goosebumps around Ghosdeeri. And since her body is literally made of it, the last thing she ever wants is for her very own existence to cause you harm. Of course, you won’t really come into contact with her fire, she makes sure of it. But nonetheless, she might avoid physical affection for your own sake. Occasional pats or something similar are still there, but not all the time

• Staying with Ghosdeeri isn’t really the most exciting thing ever. It’s not like it will be extremely dull with constant silence, but if you’re an upbeat soul who seeks thrills of adventure here and there, then you might find the peace that your guardian offers to you a tad bit boring. She is just naturally quiet like that unless she is spoken to. Ghosdeeri doesn’t mind you breaking the silence if you want to talk to her, but she is certainly a better listener than someone who keeps the story alive, to be frank with you. It seems like she does prefer to maintain the comfortable silence that brings her some peace in her mind. While it’s definitely not too interesting to dwell into, it’s not necessarily a bad thing though when you put it into other perspective. Peace is something that can hardly be acquired when life is so noisy in this era, so consider it a rare moment to relax and let yourself breathe for once without any worries. If you want a shelter which you know you can feel comfortable right at home with no harm shall come to your path, you know exactly who to find for a peaceful sleep. Ghosdeeri will be a good company if you don’t want to feel lonely in quiet time

• Honestly though, she is definitely the type of guardian that give you the ‘do not die’ or at least ‘do not do something too illegal to the point she has to show up at court rather than doing her duties’ advice when you’re about to do something batshit crazy. Well, it might be an exaggeration at some point, but one thing for sure is that Ghosdeeri isn’t strict with you at all. She knows that you only live once, so might as well let you enjoy life with no regrets while you still can. As long as you don’t become a serial criminal that hurt others or go against the rules on purpose — not morally, since she doesn’t really how to know that well of what makes someone better than others without turning it into a long professional debate — to your own scheme, she can let just as anything slide really. You want to hang out with someone? Go ahead. You want to try and experience new things? Just make sure to stay safe. You want to go somewhere far away to explore something? Good luck and remember that she will always welcome you if you want to go home. She is going to support you quietly on every decision you make to witness your growth from it, she can’t understand why, but it makes her feel proud

• She will try to understand you better on emotional terms, but it requires time for her to fully comprehend it. After all, she is emotionally inept. Of in another word, emotionally unavailable. Ghosdeeri has difficulty recognizing, understanding, and managing her own emotions because she’s similarly unfamiliar with the concept itself since birth, as well as not knowing what to do with others. One thing that you should know is she does what she is currently doing is because of these reasons: One, it’s her duty if the question is directed to the library. Two, if being asked why did she do good things even when she don’t understand what makes people or herself happy, she will answer by telling you that emotions and morals are two different concepts that don’t necessarily go together. She helps and attempts to care for others because it’s a natural thing to do when seeing someone in distress. She doesn’t do it for herself or for anyone, she does good deeds simply because it’s an instinct that doesn’t entirely rely on morality or positive emotions. And for you, she wants to at least be there when you need her. Sure, she doesn’t know how to comfort someone, she doesn’t know how to sweet talk or even showing obvious affection - but she still wants to at least try. Give her a moment to understand what is she doing, her existence isn’t made of the warm embrace of love after all

• Ghosdeeri is a walking collection of memories at some point, metaphorically speaking. She knows more than she lets you know. Ghosdeeri has pick up certain knowledge from each field that has existed since the birth of Inpherno, from historical records that barely anyone realized it’s not a myth to ancient hymns of a forgotten yesterday. She has been created to be the ultimate watcher of the work and documented everything down in her library since who knows how long, which means she has seen more than a lots of unbelievable things that are beyond mortal’s comprehension. There is a reason why her library is so vast after all

• Due to the rules however, she cannot let you access the library at will without a deity’s permission even when she isn’t that strict about regulations and all. It’s just the rules she has to live with, and she hopes you will understand her. However, that doesn’t mean those stories will be sealed away forever. She can’t let you in, sure, but the rule has no specific saying of how all the stories must not be told. She can still bring those stories to you through words, considering it a little bedtime story before you sleep. Well, you might be too amazed with some of the tales to the point you will just pester her to continue, those are one of a kind after all. But Ghosdeeri doesn’t mind at all. She can’t feel tired somewhat anyway, so she will gladly entertain your imagination

• One thing that you might or might not expect is how Ghosdeeri seems to have quite the knack of being the type who wants to preserve the moments of now. Does she strike you as someone who just watches everything go down in ashes then rises up again without giving a damn about it? If you really think so, an apology would be appreciated. Photography is something that she enjoys, although she doesn’t really know or care much about the aesthetic aspects of her very own pictures. Well, as long as it does its job, then she won’t be picky. Maybe collecting some things like a dead butterfly or small historical relics from the years before, anything to put a milestone in the moment. She will allow you to admire them if that’s what you want. However, of you’re someone fascinated with the specific items in her collection, she might be confused because why are you emotionally attached to a stone? Once again, mortal is hard to understand. She will try to make you feel better afterwards still, maybe some warm drink to accompany your thoughts

• Don’t think that you have never received anything from her just because she doesn’t mention it, she still manages to remember what you need the end of the day even when you only talked about it briefly once after all those times. She doesn’t need to hear it twice. That’s just her way. Ghosdeeri doesn’t ask what you want. She doesn’t need to after all because she already mesmerizes it from the very first time you brought it up. Since she’s already quite the collector type already, it’s not hard for her to want to give you the specific gift that she knows you will love. She doesn’t make it too obvious, whether it’s intentional or not. Somewhere between all the odd little objects she’s picked up over time, there is something familiar yet intriguing catch your eyes again. How interesting, the things that don’t seem to belong to anyone, until suddenly, they do. And their home is right in your hands. Just imagine how she suddenly comes back and takes your hand, placing the little gift into your palm then goes off away to continue her duty without saying anything. It’s definitely a fun memory to recall

• If you’re someone introspective, then you have more similarities to her than you can ever imagine. She zones quite out a lot — not because she’s bored, but because her mind gets caught on a thread and follows it somewhere else — because of how she might loses track of time thinking about something small that no one else notices just yet. Maybe you might do the same, or maybe you actually pick that habit up from her first. Sometimes you might catch her staring off into nowhere as the conversation is being dragged on. Don’t take offense to it, she can’t really control her mind when it keeps going somewhere else entirely. Her inner world is louder than the outside one. She doesn’t forget people are there in the conversation, she just forgets that they expect something from her. They want her to speak her mind, and she can’t really be bothered enough to give them an answer. She assumes people won’t understand her mind even if she tells them anyway, but maybe you do

• Sometimes if she isn’t busy, she is going to take you to go somewhere less bustling than the inner city of Crossroad, usually somewhere near the border of the city. Why, you might ask? It’s for stargazing, of course! Stargazing is something that she enjoys during times like this. With too many lights in the inner city of Crossroads, stargazing there is as futile as encouraging a chicken to fly, so the further she gets you away from the city’s busy nightlife, the more likely you both will see some glimpse of stars up on the sky. She believes there’s something honest in stargazing, something that doesn’t require any big motivational speeches or glamorous moments and yet it’s still be able to bring people closer. You don’t need to say much. She won’t either. But somehow, you’ll both leave knowing more than when you arrived. During times like that, her monologue of star scrying that she has picked up somewhere in the past shall shine, as she too will explain each constellation to you. And when the night has slumbered long enough, she might let the sky speaks for her. Just enjoy the serenity of the moment, you will miss it soon. And don’t worry if you end up falling asleep later on, Ghosdeeri is always there to carry you back home where you are welcomed with warm blankets

• Ghosdeeri doesn’t oppose to you wanting to put some trinkets on her horns, or just her head in general, if you’re asking. She might blink in mild confusion at you the first time you ask her about it, pondering in her mind because she isn’t sure why you want to put something on her horns like that. It’s not even her real horns, the part of her physical appearance that she has chosen like how she chooses the pumpkin head — yeah, those things are attached together, for your information — but still, she won’t stop you. Some Inphernal might make a fuss about their own horns since it holds other vulnerable meaning to them. But that of hers isn’t even an actual set of horns. So to her, it doesn’t feel like a boundary being crossed. Ghosdeeri sees it as a harmless ritual. A bit strange, maybe, but not entirely unwelcome. She doesn’t fully understand why it matters to you, but she doesn’t need to. She accepts it simply due to the fact that you want to do it. And that alone is enough. She won’t make a big deal of it, just stays still while you work, adjusting her posture so it’s easier for your hands to reach. Maybe she’ll ask once if it’s too heavy, but otherwise, she won’t comment. Sometimes she even let them hang when she’s going out because she doesn’t bother to take the accessories off. It’s not a problem that she has to get rid of anyway. And well, Traffic definitely has quite the laugh at that scene

• Speaking of that, you have definitely met Traffic before, whether it’s before or after Ghosdeeri has taken you under her wing. He is quite easy to get along with from the start with that laidback attitude in a way that made everything feel less tense, like he has known you for longer than he actually has. Traffic is pretty intrigued on how did Ghosdeeri come to the decision of taking care of you, but in a positive tone, don’t worry. Traffic might strike you as those type of uncle who looks too irresponsible to take care of a kid yet is actually pretty chill. He will tells stories of his travels in details even when they sound kinda ridiculous, then laughs in that certain way which makes you want to laugh with him, even if you’re not sure why. Ghosdeeri can vouch for Traffic’s natural ability to get along with good folks. Sometimes he even takes the chance to give you some valuable life lessons between ‘mortal to mortal’ since he knows Ghosdeeri won’t ever tell you about it because it’s not really her thing. Though it’s not even clear whether he’s joking or giving advice. Sometimes he even pokes fun at Ghosdeeri lighthearted when he’s telling you about her. Don’t worry, she won’t deny it. Yet she won’t confirm it either. But the way she stays silent is answer enough on how accurate Traffic’s word is

• She hopes that you can get along well with Lightblox. It’s not like Ghosdeeri expects closeness between the two of you right away, but because she knows how important it can be for Lightblox and maybe you too. She sees the odd weight of which Lightblox seem to make herself carries all the times, even when there’s no clear reason for it — and though Ghosdeeri has never asks her goddaughter to be anything different — she wonders if having someone nearby, someone like you, might help lighten the situation, even if just slightly. Under Ghosdeeri’s eyes, she feels like maybe since both of you are technically her kids, even not related by blood, you two can rely on each other like how siblings usually do. You and Lightblox are probably different, that’s a fact, yet not too much of it to declare that a sibling bond between you and her is impossible. She doesn’t need you to understand Lightblox completely, she just hopes you’ll be patient with her like how Ghosdeeri did. Lightblox is soft in a way that bruises easily, and she knows it. All of them know it. That’s why Ghosdeeri places a quiet trust in you. Not because she expects you to fix anything, but to be present. If this sibling dynamics work between you and her, then it’s more than enough

• The four of you would definitely make an interesting family dynamic since almost none of you all are too similar in personality, let alone ideals. Ghosdeeri is calm and composed, yet emotionally restrained. Traffic, by contrast, is more expressive, often using humor and casual conversation to connect with others. Lightblox is reclusive, sensitive, and often overwhelmed by external stimuli. You, being placed among them, serve as a flexible presence that somehow brings them together. Even when it sounds absurd, yet it does make you feel like it actually makes sense despite the differences between everyone: Ghosdeeri brings structure, Traffic eases tension, Lightblox evokes care, and your presence allows those connections to coexist naturally. It is not an arrangement that anyone could just predict out of the blue, but it like it’s mentioned, the whole thing functions with its own quiet logic. And before you know it, this little unconventional family of yours begins to resemble something natural familial. It feels right at home

• She doesn’t show you much of her thoughts, but she genuinely cares a lots about you. Ghosdeeri’s love was never in the obvious places. Affectionate words are something almost completely out of her league. It’s not in gestures you’d recognize at first glance, honestly. She was never taught the right shapes for affection, maybe it’s because of how she has specifically taken care of Lightblox too. For someone who doesn’t understand the impact of feeling, she decided on the safer route: To handle carefully without coming off as too much. So that’s what she does. She watches, she remembers, she does her best in ways you might not notice until much later. You might notice it in the way she checks if you’ve had been taking care of yourself, without asking directly. Or how she lingers nearby when you’re upset, not saying much, as she just tries to provide you some company. She won’t ask what’s wrong— she won’t know how —but she’ll stay longer than she needs to. She’ll offer something practical that can come off as a tad bit too simple like a glass of water, a light left on or trinket she finds and thinks you will like it. Not too affectionate, as most people know it, but care in the only form she can manage

• She knows that you’re a mortal, no need to remind her of that. Ghosdeeri knows that one day she will have to be the one who bids you a farewell as you walked into the hands of the afterlife, and the thought of losing you will definitely sadden her. But alas, she understands the cycle of life and death too well. As the creation of Death himself, when she thinks about that possibility, something makes her mind rather heavy. It’s not that she expects it to happen soon so she doesn’t care, but she doesn’t really know what might happen afterwards. Grief? No, not really. Your death is another part of the rhythm she’s spent a lifetime observing. The thought of losing someone so dear to her is definitely heavy, yet she knows better than to be solemn. Death will welcome you to the afterlife, free you from mortal’s bound and to give you a well-deserved rest after so long. And though she may never say it, there’s a strange kind of comfort in the fact that she will be the one to stay behind. Not because she wants you to go, but because if someone has to carry the memory of you, it might as well be her, no?

• Overall, Ghosdeeri definitely has a lot of things to be aware about when it comes to looking after someone like you. But it’s not a bad experience, quite the opposite, if she may clarify. Your existence has definitely taught her new things that she doesn’t really know how to explain when it comes to complexity of individual, as well as the bound they share — be it mutually or not — to other living beings. Ghosdeeri might not understand the patterns of those things since she has to get used to acknowledging her swallow emotions that is barely there at first, but with you, maybe she can try. For the sake of you and this happiness of you, which she shall provide by being a guardian figure to you. Earning your trust is already quite the achievement, and seeing you grow up with the people she has known, it brings Ghosdeeri a foreign warmth in her core that resides in her chest. That something might be a parental responsibility, peace or even happiness. Whatever it is, it definitely doesn’t seem too bad at all

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[romanstheory]

Empire a Roman Reigns One Shot

Warnings: smut, language, rough sex, roman x afab, choking

Word Count: 1,750

Three years, it's been three years since I've been deemed the face of this company. The first woman to ever hold that title, and I do not take it lightly. Three years being the face also means three years since the former... Roman Reigns has been around. He left after a string of losses, the most devastating being to Cody Rhodes, who I went on to defeat for the title. I'm one of one in this company, no other woman would even dream of doing what I do... what I have done. Rumors are circling that Roman is making a comeback, his bloodline has been falling apart since he left. Adding and subtracting members to try to make it all work, Solo has destroyed everything Roman built. Not my problem, but it's an interesting topic.

Another smackdown in another town I don't want to be in. Another arena full of people I would never associate with. My jaw ticks with what I can only assume is irritation as I sit in a chair getting my makeup done. "I'm sorry to bother you, but rumor has it Roman is returning.... Tonight" My assistant's voice soft and trembling as if I would grab her by the throat at the mention of his name. "Roman's return has nothing to do with me". My attempt at hiding my annoyance is pitiful, but she takes a long pause before continuing "The other superstars are saying he's angry and wants everything back" Worried... She's worried.

"Well, he's going to have to fight the devil for it" a smirk creeps on my lips "Or... Lady death I should say". Lady death is the nickname the fans have given to me. I can only assume it's because of the way I leave my opponent lifeless in the ring. Maybe it's the lack of emotion on my face. At the end of the day nobody can deny that I am the machine behind this company, everyone watches to see me. To see the enigma that is Lady Death. "If he shows his face, he'll be seeing mine" Finally I add.

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The night carries on as normal, no sign of him. Rumors swirl all the time, Roman seems to be the main topic recently. Solo's music sounds, likely another piss poor attempt at salvaging the bloodline. I roll my eyes and continue watching the monitor. Boos pour in from the mouths of the crowd, so loud you can barely hear Solo. He brings the mic to his lips to speak when music blares... Familiar music. Roman Reigns music. Rage fills my body, my cheeks heat with anger... There he is. I could punch a damn hole in this monitor, but I need to watch what's next. Slowly he walks to the ring, so fucking slowly it makes me grit my teeth with hatred.

He begins addressing the fans, and then Solo before mentioning me. "I've heard a certain Lady Death or whatever the hell she's calling herself seems to think she's taken my seat. Seems to think she can be the head of the table" A cackle escapes him. "You think you can sit at the same table as me let alone the head? Do me a favor baby girl and stay in your place because the only place you have at my table is on my lap being a good girl". My fist flies for the monitor, cracking it before it falls to the ground. I storm for the curtain, Hunter attempts to stop me but my music is already playing. Rage, all I feel is rage. The music and screams from the crowd are muffled, I have tunnel vision on the tribal bitch that is Roman Reigns.

Snatching a mic from a nearby crew member I get into the ring, his eyes locked on me. "Watch what you say when you mention my fucking name" My voice laced with cool deadly rage. "Or what?" He cackles "What are you going to do to me?". I pause for a moment, choosing my words wisely "Ask Solo what I'm capable of" I've beaten him more times than I can count, bruising his ego in the process no doubt. "Let's not pretend that your empire hasn't been crumbling after you decided to go throw a bitch fit for three years" I continue "And let's also not pretend that I have anything less than hatred for you... Joe". He tried so hard to keep me from opportunities when he was around. Tried so so hard to keep me caged probably out of fear that I would become what I am now.... his biggest competition... or his biggest fear.

His eyes narrow as I speak, jaw clenching, hands opening and closing as if he was picturing choking me right here in the middle of the ring. Closer and closer I walk toward him until we're less than an inch apart. He's taller than me, bigger than me.... But so is every other male superstar I've dragged and beaten. I crane my neck to look him in the face, he gulps deeply, breathing unevenly. "Your empire is falling because you've left a jester to uphold it while you ran and pouted in a corner for three fucking years" I bark at him, my eyes cutting to Solo before going back to Roman. "My empire is just fucking fine" A piss poor rebuttal. "Cat got your tongue? Or am I making you.... uncomfortable" i've never been one to use my sexuality to get the upper hand or embarrass another person but this was... satisfying.

"You make me sick, now get out of my damn ring!" Roman barks, baking up a step before trying to conceal the bulge now present in his joggers. A smirk pulls the side of my mouth up, comical... he's comical. Solo steps forward, only to meet my hand extended to his face stopping him in his tracks "Do we need to revisit those times I handed you your ass?" The crows erupt in laughter, Roman hasn't stopped glaring at me. Satisfaction rips through me as I see that his bulge hasn't gone anywhere. "I'm head bitch around here, but if you play nice maybe I'll let you get that close to me again. If you're even more of a good boy then I'll let you sit at MY table" A cackle escapes me before I throw my mic at his feet and leave the ring.

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Backstage empties as the rest of the talent returns to hotel rooms for the night before we head to the next godforsaken city. I swing my bag over my shoulder, releasing a deep sigh. A rewarding but lonely life this is. Slowly I walk toward the exit when a pair of hands grab my wrist, pulling me into a nearby hallway. "What the f-" I begin "Shut the fuck up!" A voice barks, Roman's voice. His hair is messy despite it being on a bun as if he's been pulling at it. His grip on my wrist is tight "Let me go Joe or I-". He presses me against the wall, his body pressed roughly against mine. My vagina heats with arousal, he smells so good. I guess the rage I felt earlier didn't allow me to smell it or even take him in completely. "I see you're still... Excited from earlier. Tell me, Joe do you like being this close to me?". A sirens smirk crosses my face, lust coating my eyes as I stare into his already dark eyes.

"God I hate you" He growls, pressing himself into me more, a groan bubbling in the back of his throat. "Oh honey, God isn't present in your thoughts at all" I continue to tease as his bulge grows against me. His hand releases mine before he roughly grips my jaw, forcing my head up. "You just don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?" He says through his teeth. "So make me" I whisper to him. roughly his lips crash into mine. Our lips meet sloppily, tongues weaving in and out. Soft nips on each others lips met by the iron tang of blood. Erratically we undress in the middle of this damned hallway, not caring if anyone is left to see. Our breathing is heavy and uneven with lust as he grabs me, pinning me against the wall. Throbbing, i'm throbbing for him to push his length inside of me.

His tongue traces along my nipple sending chills down my spine and wetness to my vagina. He softly nips it with his teeth, a light gasp escapes me. Quickly he pushes himself into me, I yelp loudly before moans replace the sound. Roman covers my mouth before smashing into me, I can't tell if it's passion or pure hatred that motivates him. Over and over again his length slams into me, my thick ass vibrating with the contact. If anyone is still here, they've already heard us by now. "You feel so fucking good" He groans "All I could think about was fucking you". His hands grip my ass hard enough to leave marks. "I know" I groan. "You're the fucking worst" He grumbles, still pounding in and out of me.

Putting me down and facing me against the wall, he slams back into me. Euphoria sets in and I forget where we are. Moans pour out of my mouth accompanied by loud swear words. Roman thrusts into me deeply, pushing further and further as if he's trying to see how far he can go. "Joe!" I scream "Fuck! Oh my god!" My climax is approaching quickly. His balls tighten as if his is nearby as well. Pulling me by my neck, he connects out bodies, his strokes long and deep this time. My knees threaten to give out soon, his hand tighten on my neck as he pushes further and further into me. "You're too sexy to be such a fucking bitch, but I will admit the bitchiness turns me on" Roman whispers into my ear before softly licking it. My vision blurs as my climax erupts seemingly at the same time as his. He quickly pushes me away before groaning loudly, releasing his load onto the floor beside us. The hall is now filled with our uneven panting and pathetic attempts at catching our breath. A devilish grin spreads across his face "Good girl" He coos as he dresses himself.

[littjara-mirrorlake]

tell me things about moritte of the frost ? making a magic oc and she might be integral to her backstory so id love to hear anything you know

Ooooh, I love OCs!! Especially those related to Kaldheim and Littjara! Excited to see what you make 👀

Unfortunately I can't give you too much in the way of canon information. This is her bio in the Legends of Kaldheim article:

Moritte is an enigma. A shapeshifter from Littjara, she was born a Gladewalker. While many grown-up shapeshifters leave Littjara to explore the realms, Moritte wanted more knowledge. To reach that end, she took the form of a young Covewalker. Living among the Covewalkers, Moritte absorbed all their knowledge and secrets before vanishing into the mists. She now wanders the realms, the most knowledgeable shapeshifter of all, seeking the solutions to new unanswered questions.

It's vague, I expect delibrately so, but that's a little frustrating when you want actual details. I wrote a more in-depth post about expanding Littjara and changeling lore a while back, which might help if you're looking for headcanon inspiration.

As to the "knowledge" Moritte seeks, I'm inclined to believe it is cosmological, since that's a major part of Kaldheim's functioning--the way realms are formed, what happens to them when they break off the tree (they become planes!), and how Cosmos monsters are born. As a creature especially attuned to aether and the Cosmos, Moritte learning more about Kaldheim cosmology would also mean deepening her knowledge about herself.

Perhaps her quest for all-encompassing knowledge leads her to a revelation about the Multiverse even before the Phyrexian invasion forces everyone to be very, very aware of it. It might even entangle her with forces far beyond her comprehension. Namely, the Eldrazi. After all, what are Eldrazi but much larger Cosmos monsters? Wouldn't she want to find out?

After March of the Machine, I am almost positive that Moritte has left Kaldheim, traveling to learn the lore of other planes. (I know it very likely does not work like this but it would also be funny if all changelings were now planeswalkers, because of how Kaldheim cosmology works.) Some fun places for her to be: Arcavios for its repository of knowledge in Strixhaven, Kamigawa for its overlap of mortal and spirit realms, Zendikar for its history of entanglement with the Eldrazi titans.

I have correctly predicted major canon at least twice with my Kaldheim posts and I'm still riding that power trip a little bit.

[limitless-haven]

Those Ocean Eyes

Synopsis: When you’re called upon by Tokyo Jujutsu High for an opportunity to study under the renowned Shoko Ieiri, you gladly accept the offer, leaving behind your old school. Here you start your new adventure, excited to learn and see where this life will take you, but what you don’t account for is that here is also where you truly fall in love for the first time.

Satoru Gojo is a charismatic enigma that captured your heart right away. As time goes on, you come to truly understand the pain behind those ocean eyes of his. The scariest part? His truth doesn’t terrify you like he expected it to. If anything it makes you fall more intense for him. You want to help shoulder the burden of his pain for the man you’ve come to love.

Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: MDNI. Heavy flirting/yearning, male masturbation, mention of death

A/N: ***This is a slow burn. Eventually, there will be some spicy scenes but I will give a warning beforehand.

***This story does contain elements, scenes, and dialog from the manga/anime.

***This story was influenced by the song Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. Every time I hear the song, I can't help but think of Gojo and what a complex character he is. He is such a lovable character who deserves the world.

***This is also posted to my AO3 account under the name “kookie0807”

Chapter 3: Kikufuku

You stayed up for quite a bit last night talking to your mom. You told her all about your interaction with Shoko, and how safe and heard she made you feel. You told her about the other students here and how they mesh well together, and how you think they have the brightest futures. You told her about Gojo, just leaving out the parts where he had you melted into a puddle of embarrassment. Your mom told you she was beyond proud of you. She told you that your dad would have stars in his eyes because his little girl was going to save so many people. You guys laughed and even shed a few tears. This is the first time you’ve been so far away from your mom. In Kyoto, you lived in the same dormitory hall as your mother, she being a teacher for the school and you being the resident healer.

It was about nine in the morning when your alarm went off. Reluctantly you rolled over and turned it off. You huff and just lay there on your back for a minute, not sure if you are ready for the day. After all, you’ll be training with Satoru today, and there’s no telling how that was going to go. You finally get up, go into the bathroom to put on some light makeup, do your hair, and brush your teeth. Feeling like a human now, you walk back into your room and stand there in front of your closet. You're debating on what to wear, a cute pair of leggings and sports bra or gym shorts and a tank top. You decide on the leggings and sports bra. The leggings are black and show off your toned legs and hug the material around your ass so, so tight. You didn’t have the biggest ass, but you did workout to make sure it was firm but jiggly in all the right spots, and perky. The sports bra is a ‘peek-a-boo’ type that is also black, it holds the ‘girls’ up but in a sexy way with a little bit of extra skin showing. You put on a pair of fully white high-top converses and look in the mirror. This outfit hugs you in all the right spots, showing off your hourglass figure. ‘Damn, I look good!’ You say to yourself. You wonder if a certain white-haired man would think the same. You put back a couple of things in their place and head out the door to the sparing room.

You get to the room first and knock on the door. You wait for an answer but hear nothing so you decide to head in. Once inside you see the room is quite bare. There are quite a few mats down on the floor, a couple of chairs along a wall, and a vending machine full of drinks. It’s your typical sparing room. You decide to grab a bottle of water from the machine, you scan your phone and click on the one you want, when you bend down to get it, the door opens to who can only be one other person.

Gojo walks into the room and sees that you're bent down in front of the machine. What he didn’t expect was for you to be wearing such tight, perfectly fitted black leggings. ‘Fuck, this is gonna be fun.’ He thinks to himself. Today was really going to test his ability to keep it together and not throw you down on the mats and have you squirming around from pure ecstasy underneath him. He notices you didn’t hear him come in so he starts to walk over to you. As soon as you get back up from grabbing your water and turn around, Satoru has you backed into the machine, one hand trapping your body between himself and said machine.

Your back presses against the cold machine causing you to gasp but then you realize who has you trapped. You look up to find Satoru smiling at you. “H-hi Satoru.” You say before he can say something first.

“Well hi, pretty girl. My, what an outfit you picked out for today huh?” He says with a smile that shows just how much he’s enjoying seeing you in said outfit.

“Oh, this? I-I thought we’d be working up a sweat today, so I-I put this on.” You look down at your body, now wondering if this was the right call. Of course, you felt confident but did you make Satoru uncomfortable?

Satoru bites his lip as he lowers his head to take in the sight of you again. “Oh, we will. But this outfit, it’s doin’ things to me. I’m not sure what kinda sweat we may end up workin’ is all.”

You blush at his suggestive comment. You would love nothing more than that, honestly but you have to stay focused. No matter how much you wanted Satoru to make good on that word, you wanted to take this seriously. You needed to at least be able to throw a good punch and dodge one too. “Satoru, stop. We’re supposed to be training…not…not that.” You say sheepishly, your cheeks are bright pink.

He can’t help but love this little act you put on, like you aren’t affected by his words. Like you didn’t put that outfit on to rile him up, he knows you did. He takes a breath and calms himself. “You’re right, we’ll save that for later.” He backs away from you and goes to stand in the middle of the sparring room. You take in his outfit. Why is he wearing his normal jujutsu attire? Why does he still have the blindfold on? You give him a puzzled look. “Why are you in your school uniform?”

He snorts. “Without trying to sound too cocky, this is all I need.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you saying you won’t break a sweat from training with me?”

He smiles. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. If we’re being honest with each other here, I can promise ya, you won’t be able to touch me.”

You scowl at him. Was this guy serious? Did he seriously think that little of you? You want nothing more than to prove his arrogant ass wrong. “What about the blindfold?” You pause. “Come to think of it, why are you always wearing it?”

He chuckles. “Tell ya what, you ever manage to land a punch on me and I’ll let you in on the secret.”

‘A challenge? Oh, you’re on!’ You think to yourself. You take off in a full sprint towards Satoru and throw your hand out but right before you can land it, it feels like you’ve hit an invisible wall. Your hand stops a couple of inches away from his chest. You look up at him and he’s got that shit-eating grin you’ve come to know.

“Limitless,” that’s all he says with a smile. And then before you can blink, there is a flash of light and he’s now standing behind you on the other side of the room. You stumble but catch yourself and turn around to face him. Why did your hand stop in midair from connecting with him?

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “Limitless? I mean, I’ve heard you have it but what exactly is it?”

He just stands there smiling at you. “It allows me to employ the concept of ‘infinity’ in a way where I can manipulate and distort space at my will.”

So that bastard knew from the moment he said he would be training you, that you wouldn’t be able to land anything on him. ‘What a jackass!’ You think to yourself. “How the hell am I supposed to hit you then?” You huff out once again.

Satoru thinks you look so fucking cute when you’re angry like this. He wants nothing more than to tame the brat that you are. He puts his hands behind his head, stretching his long body. “Dunno, that's for you to figure out (Y/N).” He smiles. “C’mon try again. I promise I won’t move.”

You roll your eyes at cheekiness. Shoko was right, Satoru is very cocky but with good reason. How the hell was anyone supposed to one-up the guy? You sigh and take off towards him again, this time going for a kick. Like before, your foot never makes contact with him like you wanted it to. It’s just floating there a couple of inches from him. You look at him and grit your teeth. You then drop your foot and try to punch his stomach but you're stopped again. He bends down to your hand, floating inches from his body.

“Givin’ it your all?” He asks and brings his hand up to yours. They are still separated by the invisible barrier though. He then flicks his finger in the direction of your hand and you go flying back onto the mat below. It’s with enough force that you bounce a little bit but aren’t hurt, well you can’t say the same for your pride.

You stare up at him with wide eyes. What the hell was that? He then stands with his legs spread wide apart and starts to stretch placing one hand on either knee and twisting. ‘Oh please like this is exhausting for you!’ You think to yourself. You get up from the mat and straighten out your leggings and sports bra.

You look at the door and sigh. “There is no point in training with you if I can’t ever touch you.”

Satoru huffs now, like a toddler not getting a new toy from the store. “C’mon, I was havin’ fun.” He says. “Fine, I’ll turn my infinity off but I don’t think you’re gonna like that result either.”

You can’t help but raise an eyebrow and then roll your eyes. “Stop being so cocky. You said you’d help me train so let’s do this!”

Satoru frowns at you. “But I don’t wanna hurt such a pretty girl.”

“I’m tougher than I look!” You all but shout. Was he actually going to hurt you? He was a lot bigger than you in every sense of the way.

“Fine but don’t cry when I kick your ass.” He says with a smile.

You roll your eyes. ‘That’s it! If it’s the last thing I do today, I will punch you Satoru Gojo!’ You say in your head.

You take off at him again, throwing a punch for his face but he moves his head out of the way. He grabs your arm and brings it down to his side, holding you there. This is the first time he’s ever touched you and you feel sparks from where his hand is. His touch is firm but doesn’t hurt, he’s softer than you’d imagine and god does it feel magical. You yank your arm back out of his grasp and stare at him, holding your arm where his hand just was.

“See, it’s off but you’re still not gonna be able to hit me.” He smiles.

You rub your arm where he grabbed you at. ‘Now is not the time to be fantasizing about his big, strong hands!’ You say to yourself. “No, it’s not. I still couldn’t hit you.” You say matter-of-factly.

He can’t help but let out a sizable laugh. He grabs his stomach from his hard he’s laughing. You feel embarrassed, your cheeks turning red. Once he calms down he says to you. “With my limitless power, I have control of how close things get to me, and that in turn controls how close I’m able to get to things. I have to turn it off if I want to make contact with anything.” He explains as he steps forward towards you. “So by me grabbin’ ya, trust me, it’s off.” He then grabs you by the arm and throws you over his head and onto the mat below.

You hit the mat a little harder than the invisible flick you took earlier which causes you to grimace. You look up at him before gathering all your strength and trying to sweep-kick him. As if he can read minds now, he backs up just in time before you make contact with him. You feel an undeniable rush of rage go through you, and you jump back to your feet. You just start punching all over, not caring where you’d hit but wanting to land one. He dodges every single one with ease. Before you know it, you’ve backed him toward the end of the room against the wall. You think this is your chance and go for one last swing. This time Satoru catches the punch in his hand and twists your arm behind your back, putting him behind you now. He slams your body against the wall face first, like a cop arresting someone. Thankfully you turned your head so you didn’t take the impact to your face. When your body collides with the wall you let out a groan of pain, breathing a bit heavier now from all those failed punches.

Satoru holds your arm in his large hand. He can tell you’re pissed off now and he can’t lie, it turns him on. He leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “Told ya.” He then presses his body into your back, squishing you against the wall even more.

You let out a gasp as you feel his toned, firm, massive body being pressed against you. You can’t be dishonest with yourself and say it didn't make you a little aroused with your current position with him. His mouth is right next to your ear, his body pressing into you. It all was starting to make you blush and feel lightheaded. You start to wiggle around, trying to free yourself from his grasp but it is no use he’s just too strong. You hear him breathe a little harder into your ear and grab you tighter, almost as if warning you to stop moving. It makes you blush all over.

“Careful princess, you might be in for a big surprise if you keep doing that.” He chuckles.

You bite your lip to stop the groan from escaping. Big surprise? Oh no, now you’re thinking about what he honestly means. Satoru is a very tall, athletic man. His hands were so large compared to yours, and his feet were massive, it made you wonder just how true his words were but you can just tell that Satoru Gojo isn’t lacking in the ‘big dick’ department, of course, why wouldn’t he be!? He was too perfect. Handsome face, nice muscular body, tall, arrogant, supposed big dick. ‘THAT'S NOT FAIR!’ You shout in your head. You decided to rile him up, if he could do it to you then why not do it back to him? “B-big surprise huh? Maybe I like big surprises.”

He chuckles moving closer until his lips come in contact with the outer shell of your ear. “Oh (Y/N), you’re playin’ a dangerous game. Believe me, I would love nothin’ more than to prove it to you but I know you’d have a difficult time handling me.”

You feel a deep throb down below, you can feel yourself getting more and more aroused by the second. The way he was leaning into you, the way his plump lips ghosted over your ear, the way his grip on your arm only tightened as he spoke. It was becoming too much but before you could say or do anything else, Satoru reluctantly let go of your arm and stepped back. You just stay up against the wall for a second, trying to catch your breath. When you feel like you do, you turn around to face him. He looks completely unfazed by what just happened, meanwhile, you're a little sweaty and your cheeks are flushed. You give him an annoyed look.

Satoru was turned on beyond belief, if he wasn’t careful, he’d be sporting a raging hard-on right now, he was already starting to chub up. He can’t remember the last time he wanted a woman so much, hell if ever. He wanted nothing more than to show you just how big he was, god he wanted to so badly but with being in the sparring room, anyone could walk in. He was getting too worked up. He takes a deep breath in, calming himself. “That’s enough for now. Shoko wants to see you in the lab.” He says as he turns towards the door and heads out without even looking back at you.

You were surprised and confused by his abrupt attitude change. What the hell is his problem? He came on to you and yet vanished when you teased him back a little? Was it too much? Was he uncomfortable? You push those thoughts to the back of your head as you grab your water and head out the door making your way over to the lab.

Satoru makes a b-line for his room. Once inside, he locks the door and heads into the bathroom. He turns the shower on but not to a hot setting. He sticks with a rather cool temperature. He takes off his clothes, throwing them down into a pile on the floor. He then takes off his blindfold, his snow-white hair falling in his face. He blinks rapidly for a second to adjust his eyes to the room. His bright blue eyes stare back at himself in the mirror. He looks at himself for a second before jumping into the shower. He stands there under the shower head, letting the water run down his ripped, tall body. His hands are on the tile in front of him, almost like he’s holding himself up. His mind immediately goes to you. He thinks about how fucking good it felt to have your teeny body pressed against him. How good you smelled. How your rapid little breaths made him want to make you do it more, made him want to turn them into pure, unadulterated moans. He feels his cock start to stir back to life. ‘Fuck, what are ya doin’ to me princess?’ He questions you in his head. He takes one hand off the wall and moves it down to grab his hardening member. He slowly drags his hand up to the head and squeezes. He lets out a sigh, he knows he shouldn’t be this affected by you but goddamn it you were so enticing. He starts to stroke himself faster, his grip tightening as he goes. He thinks about how different that little interaction could have gone. He wanted to spin you around and push you down to your knees. He wanted to watch as you ate those words when he pulled his cock out. He wanted to see the stunned look in your eyes once you saw just how massive his cock really was. He wanted to watch those pretty little lips wrap around the head of his cock and suck lightly before he pushed more into your hot, wet mouth. “Shit. Hah-,” he moans out as his hand slides up and down his cock at a quickened pace. He was so, so close to finishing already. He imagines how you would look up at him with his cock in your mouth. How you would take it down your throat, choking on him inch by impressive inch. He wants to see your eyes get teary as you deepthroat him. At that thought he's panting heavily now. “Ngh, fuck, (Y/N)!” he moans out as he’s cumming in hot, white ropes all over his hand and the shower wall. He stays in the shower a bit longer, catching his breath. He then washes his body and hair before getting out and going about his day like he didn’t just cum to the thought of you.

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Before you know it, a month has passed. You’re still training with Satoru every day in the sparring room, although you haven’t managed to land a single punch on him. Principal Yaga has told you not to get discouraged, these things take time, and that he would rather you learn how to protect yourself than see you end up seriously hurt or worse. Things with Shoko are going well. You have a big ‘test’ coming up soon. She said that it’s going to be going over everything you learned in that book she gave you a while ago now. Shoko also said if you pass, she’s going to take you out for a night on the town, her treat! You studied it every night so you know you’ll pass with flying colors. You’ve been able to heal up some of the students as they’ve gone on missions but nothing too extensive.

Just like any other day, you walk into the sparring room to already find Gojo sitting on one of the chairs. You put your phone and water bottle down on the chair beside him. He looks up at you. “Ready to try and kick my ass again?” He chuckles out.

You roll your eyes at him already being annoying. “Sure am. I’m gonna hit you today, I can feel it.”

He tilts his head back and lets out a cackle. “Sure thing princess. Tell ya what, you manage to hit me today and I’ll take ya shoppin‘. Even let you use my card.” He says as an incentive.

Shopping with Satoru’s card!? You knew he was loaded being the heir to the Gojo clan but a part of you would feel bad taking his money. Nonetheless, you agree. “Deal but don’t cry when I rack up quite the charges.” You say smiling at him.

Satoru smirks back at you. “You won’t even be able to put a dent in my bank account princess.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. You take your stance on the mats and wait for him to join you. He gets up from the chair and walks over to you standing in front of you now. He’s the first one to throw a punch at you. He aims for your stomach but you back away. You drop down to the ground and try to sweep his lanky legs from him but he jumps over the kick. Once he lands back down he grabs your arm and flips you over his body but you manage to land on your feet. He still got ahold of your arm so you twist your body around so your fronts are facing each other. You use your legs to kick off his rock-hard stomach, flipping over in the process and landing on both of your feet. Satoru just smirks at you. “Not bad.”

You smile but don’t waste time getting caught up in his compliment. You charge for him but he grabs you by the arm again, this time you're being held against his hip. Just then the door opens and Yuji comes in. “Gojo-sensi!” He yells.

It takes Satoru by surprise, you can tell he’s dropped his guard so with all the strength you can muster up in your tiny body, you grab onto his arm and press your hip into his effectively hip tossing him down onto the mat below. Satoru is stunned for a moment too late because as soon as he hits the mat, he’s met with your first to his chest. You did it! You hit him! You actually hit him!

He stares up at you, your fist still on his chiseled chest. You look down at him and now, you have the biggest shit-eating grin on your face. “….i hit you…I FUCKING HIT YOU!” You shout!

Satoru can’t help but smile and laugh. You did indeed hit him. “Well, I’ll be damned. You sure did pretty girl.” He says. Something inside his heart starts to flutter. He can’t explain why but he is truly happy to see your reaction. It’s so pure, so refreshing, so goddamn cute. Spending every day with you for the last month has made Satoru realize just how much he genuinely likes you. You’re not afraid to give him shit back, you’re not afraid to voice your opinions, you’re determined to get better at being a sorcerer, you’re funny, kind, sweet, and did mention the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t help but smile up at you.

You straighten up and hold your hand out which Satoru takes it. You help him get back to his feet and then run over to Yuji, hugging him so tightly! He’s surprised but hugs you back, his little cheeks turning a pink shade. “What’s this for?”

You're still hugging him. “You were the perfect distraction Yuji! I finally landed a hit on Satoru!” You say excitedly and let him go looking at said man.

Satoru can’t help but smirk. ‘Damn kid.’ He thinks to himself. “Yuji, what the hell?.” He frowns. “C’mon I thought we were bros!”

Yuji just laughs and rubs the back of his head. “We are Gojo, sorry bout that! But I came to tell you that Yaga wants to see you.”

Satoru sighs. “Damn that old man…I’ll be right there.” He directs his attention to you now. “As for you, go get ready. I’m a man of my word. A princess deserves her shoppin’ trip.” He says as he passes you and heads out the door to find Yaga. You tell Yuji thank you even though he had no idea he was helping you.

You stand there smiling to yourself, feeling so giddy. You grab your phone and water bottle then rush out the door to your room. Once there, you take a shower and do your hair and make-up. You pick out a mini light blue sundress and pair it with some white wedge sandals. You hear a knock on your door and head over to open it. Your heart skips a beat when you see him. There stands the most handsome man you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. Satoru is wearing a pair of dark wash slim-fit jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of white Converse. Your gaze finally reaches his face. For the first time since you’ve met him, he’s not wearing a blindfold but a pair of dark blue, almost black sunglasses. His white fluffy hair is down in his face, messy but still elegant. You still can’t see his eyes and it’s driving you crazy! He’s smiling at you. “(Y/N), you look- so beautiful.” He says.

You're blushing before you know it but smiling back at him. “T-thank you. You look very h-handsome Satoru.” You say stumbling over your words a bit. Who can blame you though? Anyone in your position would be stunned by this man’s true beauty too!

“Ijichi is waiting for us out front. C’mon let’s go.” You follow him out to the car, greeting Ijichi and thanking him for driving you there. Once you two get to the mall, you look at Satoru.

“You seriously don’t have to buy me anything, you know that…right?” You ask him.

He just lets out a little laugh and smirks at you. “And I thought I told ya, I’d be paying for this shopping trip.”

You shake your head. “No Satoru, I can’t just take your money. I was just joking with you earlier about racking up charges.”

He just smiles at you. “I really don’t care (Y/N). Money doesn’t mean a thing to me.”

You continue to shake your head. “I’m not going to let you pay for anything.”

Satoru lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes under his sunglasses. “Fine.” He then grabs your hand, locking his long fingers around yours. “This is a date. Let me be a gentleman and pay for my girl.” He smiles down at you.

Your heart skips a beat, there are so, so many butterflies in your stomach. You look up at him, shocked that he said that. Shocked that he called you his girl. You feel lightheaded. Your legs are starting to wobble a bit. He notices the change in your behavior and squeezes your hand. “Y’okay pretty?”

You nod your head, still staring at him. He’s just smiling down at you. You feel him squeeze your hand again and it brings you back down to reality. He turned off his infinity for you!? You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before. “Y-yeah, m’okay…” you say sheepishly.

He leans down getting close to your face. “Somethin’ wrong?” He questions.

You shake your head. “N-no not at all. J-just makes me shy when you say stuff…like that.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “The date part? Or that I called ya, my girl?”

Your cheeks flush red now. God, did he have to tease you? “…Sattoorruuu,” you whine. “It’s both…” you say.

He can’t help but smile at your reaction. “What? I’m jus' going on a date with my pretty girl.” He says.

You lean into his arm and hide your face. Satoru can’t help but grin at your adorable reaction. “C’mon, where do you wanna go first?” He asks as he starts walking, in turn making you walk with him.

You look around the mall at the different stores. You see a really cute boutique that sells cute girly things, you see a shoe store, a jewelry store, a book store, and a store that sells just lingerie. Satoru notices your eyes stop at the lingerie store for a bit longer than the others. “You wanna go in there? I won't complain once.” He says tilting his head in that direction and grinning.

You blush again and shake your head. “No, no, no. I can’t handle that.” You say shyly.

Satoru lets out a laugh and smiles. “Next time then? Let’s go into that store, yeah?” He says as he points to the cute little boutique. You nod your head in agreement and head off that way. You find a couple of cute things and true to his word, Satoru doesn’t let you pay for anything. You visit a couple more stores and find little things here and there, all of which Satoru pays for. After a while, you’ve accumulated a few bags and head off back to the car where Ijichi is waiting. Satoru takes the bags from you and places them in the trunk. You both get in the car and head back to the school but before you can get there, you notice the part of town you're in. ‘Wait, is this the place?’ You think to yourself.

“Ijichi, please stop the car now.” You say politely.

He does as you say, pulling the car into a parking space. “Is anything wrong Ms. (Y/L/N)?” He asks, a bit concerned about the sudden urgency to stop.

“No, I just really got to use the ladies' room.” You lie.

“Oh okay.” He says.

“Satoru, can you come with me?” You look at him and ask.

“You need me to go into the bathroom with ya?” He asks, confused.

You laugh and smile. “No, but could you maybe wait outside on those benches for me?” You say as you point to a bench just off to the side of all these little shops.

“Uh, sure.” He is still confused.

You thank Ijichi and get out of the car, pulling Satoru along with you. You make him sit at the bench and promise he won’t move. You tell him you’ll be right back and head towards the bathroom. You round the corner and there you spot it….it being his favorite Kikufuku mochi stand.

You walk up to the older grandma working the stand and order a box of freshly made Kikufuku. A couple of minutes later, she returns with your order and you pay, thanking her. ‘I hope Megumi wasn’t lying.’ You think to yourself as you approach Satoru from behind. You think he might have turned back on his infinity so you don’t put your hands over his eyes like you would like to. Instead, you step from around him with your hands behind your back, holding the mochi from his sight. He smirks when he sees you but is still rather confused. “What’s this about?” He asks.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth please?” You ask him sweetly.

He gives you a questionable look. “You’re not gonna put somethin’ phallic in my mouth are ya?”

You can’t help but let out a gut-busting laugh. “No, no I promise.” You say as you feel tears form in your eyes from laughing so hard.

Satoru cautiously closes his eyes. “Ok, they’re closed.” He says.

“You promise?” You ask.

He grins. “I promise princess.”

You trust him, you just wanted to give him a hard time because he would do the same to you. You take the box from behind your back and open it. You then unwrap one of the Kikufuku and move toward his mouth.

“Open.” You say to him. He opens that big, beautiful mouth of his and you place half of the mochi in. “Now bite down.” You tell him.

He follows your orders and bites down. He instantly recognizes that it’s Kikufuku, it just so happens to be his favorite thing ever. The chewy mochi paired with the not-too-overly-sweet filling is absolute perfection. He opens his eyes, not that you can see them anyway, and looks at you. His heart skips a beat. The pure joy on your face is making his heart beat fast. He’s never felt like this for a girl before.

You watch as he savors the mochi. You find it absolutely adorable how the smile on his face hasn’t gone away since he found out that he was eating. You find the butterflies returning as you watch him. “I take it you like them?” You ask him.

“Kikufuku is the best! How’d y’know these were my favorite?” He asks, looking up at the box in your hand.

“Oh I was talking to the first years one day and you came up in our conversation. Megumi said that those were your favorite mochi. I saw Ijichi driving by the one place that sells them so I had to have him pull over. I wanted to get you something.” You smile at him.

He just stares at you. He knows it’s just a simple gesture, but it means the world to him. Most people around him don’t really listen to him, they just think he’s being annoying. So the fact that you went out of your way to bring him here and buy him his favorite mochi, well Satoru Gojo feels like the luckiest man on the planet right now. He reaches out for what you think is the box but he grabs your arm and pulls you to sit on his lap. You're sitting sideways on top of his legs, your feet are dangling to the side of his calf. He wraps his long arms around your waist and holds you.

You can’t lie, it feels so nice to be this close to him but it also makes you nervous. You’ve caught feelings for this man in such a short period of time that it kind of scares you. He makes your heart flutter at the simplest things.

“I take it Megumi wasn’t lying to me.” You say with a giggle, enjoying the feeling of his big, strong arms around you.

“Nah, the kid knows me well.” He says as he takes another mochi from the box and pops it into his mouth. “These are heaven!” He says while grinning.

“And how well is that?” You ask curiously. You knew out of the first years, Megumi was the one who knew Gojo the longest but you had no idea what their relationship was like.

“Back when I was sixteen….” He pauses, about to open up to you for the first time. He feels comfortable enough to share. “His father was sent on a mission to kill this girl my best friend and I were protecting. He ended up succeeding in killing her.” He gets serious. “In the process, the bastard ended up almost killin’ me but on the brink of death I figured out how to use the reverse cursed technique and healed myself.” He says with a sigh. Satoru didn’t like killing people but it came along with the territory of being a Jujutsu sorcerer and the strongest one at that. “I…I killed him and in his final words, he told me that he sold his son to the Zenin clan. Knowin' how awful they would have been to the poor kid, I decided to step in. A couple of years later when Megumi was about six years old, a first grader, I found him and took him under my wing. I was only about eighteen or nineteen” He sighs. “Megumi needed someone to guide and protect him from this fucked up world of bein’ a jujutsu sorcerer.”

Sixteen!? This happened to him at sixteen? He was forced to kill a man at such a young age? God, you couldn’t imagine the mental toll that took on him. At that age, you were worried about failing your school tests and hanging out with your friends. Satoru was out here protecting people, having to kill some at that. “Oh wow. That’s a lot for a sixteen-year-old.” You say, shaking your head. “I can’t imagine what that was like and then to turn around and take care of a child at such a young age yourself?” You look at his face and give him a soft smile. “Megumi is very lucky to have you.”

Satoru smiles. “Nah, I’m nothin’ special. Just doin’ my job. This is what people expect from me. I’m the strongest after all. They don’t care if I live or die.”

You hate how nonchalant he is about killing a man at sixteen and then taking in his child at eighteen or nineteen...like this was a normal occurrence for everyone? You hated it even more that it seems people have never valued Satoru’s life, in turn making him not see the value in it either. You shake your head and then wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into you. You felt this overwhelming heartbreak for him. How could anyone just treat him like he was just a tool like his life meant nothing? Why would the higher-ups ever send a kid on a mission like that?

“That’s not fair, Satoru. That’s not fair at all. When do you get to be weak? When do you get to say no? Why didn’t those evil people treat you like a human?” You start to spiral. “You’re fucking human, Satoru. Not some unstoppable monster for the jujutsu higher-ups. Your feelings matter, your safety matters.” You lean back out from hugging him and grab his face between both of your hands. You look into his eyes despite the sunglasses being in the way and you feel your eyes starting to tear up. “You matter, Satoru. You matter so much.”

Satoru is stunned by your words. Never has anyone in his life told him that he mattered. No one has ever acknowledged that he’s a human with feelings too. No one has ever cared for him like this. It’s a new experience for him and he’s a little overwhelmed. He looks at you and gives you a tender smile, his heart is fluttering. “(Y/N), I-I,” but you don’t let him finish.

“Stop.” You say and he closes his mouth. “You are so special Satoru. Not because you’re the strongest but because you’re you. This world would be a much darker place without you.” You say as a tear falls from your eye. You have never felt this emotional about someone telling you about their past, about how little the higher-ups have made him feel about himself. They made him feel like he was completely disposable.

He’s looking at you watching as the tear falls down your face. He can’t help but feel like at this moment in time, he finally matters. His feelings are valid. He reaches out for your face and wipes away the tear gently. This action makes you look at him. He then moves the hand that just wiped away your tears and moves it towards his sunglasses. You watch him intently. He then removes his glasses and you are met with the most beautiful pair of ocean-blue eyes ever created. He blinks a couple of times to adjust to the sudden intake of light and energy flow. You just look at him.

“Aw, c’mon. You don't find me attractive? Should I have left ‘em on?” He jokes with you. You watch his eyes crinkle up from him smiling.

“S-Satoru,” you say as you look into his bright eyes. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are so beautiful.” Your cheeks are flushing pink.

Now here is a thing no one would ever have imagined to see, the Satoru Gojo is blushing. His cheeks are a dusty pink color. He feels very vulnerable right now. No woman has ever had him feeling like this. Is this love? He doesn’t know but what he does know is that you make him happy beyond his wildest dreams. He smiles a genuine smile and you watch as it reaches his eyes. He is so adorable right now. You think you could get used to this Satoru. Yes, you loved when he was joking and teasing you but you also loved that he was showing you this side of himself that was so defenseless, so free.

“Well thank ya, my pretty girl.” He says as he pinches your side causing you to flinch and laugh.

“Why have you been hiding them?” You ask.

“My six eyes? It’s the Gojo clan's inherited gift, not everyone is born with 'em though. It grants me an incredible perception of cursed energy. I can distinguish different people and curses from miles away. It also lets me control my cursed energy. That combined with my limitless technique and you have the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.” He says as he leans back on the bench. “If I have them uncovered for long periods of time, it can fatigue me a little.”

“I didn’t know it was that powerful Satoru, but always remember that you're more than just the strongest sorcerer.” You say to him with a soft smile. Having that kind of capability just from taking off the coverings from his eyes is astonishing. You can’t imagine the physical strain of seeing everyone’s flow of cured energy all the time must do to him. “Wait,” you say. “If you can see cursed energy from everyone around you…” your voice fades off as you think about earlier. Oh, this man…he-he…

“Let you hit me earlier?” He says with a smug grin. “Yes princess, I did.”

You look at him stunned and a bit annoyed. You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “Satoru! Why would you do that? I thought I was getting better!” You speak like a scorned child.

He lets out a laugh and pinches your cheek. “You are gettin’ better. I’m just not the person who’s ass you could ever kick.” He says cockily with a wink. “You've been doin’ so much over the last month, I wanted to show my appreciation for all your hard work.” He says genially. “Plus, I wanted to get you all to myself for a bit.” He says grinning and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Before anything else can be said or done, Ijichi comes running up to the both of you. He stands behind the bench. “Satoru, there you are.” He says out of breath from running around.

Gojo lets out a groan, putting his sunglasses back on. “Ijichi, are ya related to Kugisaki by chance?”

Ijichi looks very confused. “No Gojo. Why would you think that?”

He sighs and throws his head back looking at Ijichi behind him. “Because you two have the shittiest timin' ever.” He says rather gravely.

Ijichi looks like he’s about to shit his pants. He hates it when Gojo gets serious, especially towards him. “imverysorrypleasedonthurtme.” He rushes out.

Satoru chuckles. “Expect a forehead flick. What did you want?”

“Principal Yaga called and requested you back at the school. He said there is a grade one curse he needs you to take care of.” Ijichi informs him, covering his forehead already imagining the pain of said forehead flick.

Satoru scoffs. “Like that’ll take any time at all.” He lifts his head back up and looks at you. “Sorry pretty, but we gotta go.” You hop off his lap and straighten out your dress. Satoru leans down to whisper in your ear so Ijichi can’t hear. “When I do finally get you to myself, I promise to show ya a real good time.” He says the innuendo like it was nothing which causes you to blush bright pink.

Satoru grabs your hand and you start walking back to the car with him and Ijichi. You all get in and head back to the school. On the way back you start to relive the day. It was such a fun time getting away from school and just being able to spend time with Satoru. You love that he is opening up to you. You can tell you're starting to fall for this man, and hard. Little did you know, Satoru Gojo was starting to feel the same for you, he was just too scared to admit it. He didn’t want to put you in the position of being worried about him all the time, even though he knew nothing would happen to him. After all, he was the strongest…but sometimes it felt nice to be weak in front of the right person.

[starboysbrainrot]

thoughts and headcanons about what happened to the og mystery incorporated after they left Crystal Cove

[ to clarify the situation, in my hc they all have loving parents (with the exception of Ricky and Brad’s fathers), that weren’t perfect and had some issues (ex : Judy’s dad has trouble showing that he cares about his kids, Cassidy’s parents who can be overprotective etc)

so yes, leaving them was absolutely horrible for the kids ]

The gang : they stayed together a few weeks after leaving Crystal Cove, sleeping in motels or in the Enigma Machine. But after one big fight they separated. I think they couldn’t stay together because of how hurt they all were and because they were lost and didn’t know how to react to what happened. (a bit like mystery incorporated at the end of season 1)

Cassidy : I think that Cassidy would be the one to suffer the most, because of how much she loves and cares about her family. So when she leaves Crystal Cove, I think there’s immediately something that changed in herself and in her relationship with her friends, especially Ricky. I do believe that they broke up relatively quickly after leaving the town. She felt numb and not capable of loving after what she went through, and needed to start a new life (ex : she changed her name)

Ricky : after his breakup with Cassidy, he completely disappeared and came back to Crystal Cove 5 years after leaving the town, to start Destroido. I see him missing his parents in the beginning, but also simply giving up on that feeling after a few years (the one he’s really missing (and he doesn’t want to admit it) is Pericles, even after what happened). His parents were the first to leave the town after their son’s disappearance. But he definitely tried to contact his mom a few times, before completely giving up.

Brad & Judy : Brad definitely blames himself for what happened in the church and later on in the cave. As the leader of mystery incorporated, he blames himself for bringing them there in the first place, and wanting to investigate. Regret turned into anger and bitterness over time, and was a reason for their fight after leaving the town. Judy definitely missed her family a lot and never recovered from loosing them.

Now regarding what happened with Fred, here’s what I think happened :

Something that always intrigued me is that Brad came to Crystal Cove with Fred alone. Mayor Jones specifically stated that Judy wasn’t there and that’s something very interesting. My hypothesis is that they clearly didn’t planed on having a kid two years after leaving Crystal Cove, since they were hella young and surely didn’t had the money to take care of a kid. Brad then took Fred to the only place where someone could possibly help them, Crystal Cove, where both of their family lived, in a desperate way of asking their parents for help (maybe for money, or simply advice on how to raise up a kid). But once he got there, he realised that both of their families left Crystal Cove. At that moment I can imagine that he felt some kind of mixed feelings, like a mix of sadness and betrayal.

At the same time, the freak realised that Brad is back in town, he panicked and tried to find a way to make him leave the town. And the only idea he had to make that happen (since both of their families already left the town and can’t be use to blackmail them) is taking Fred. We know that after that Jones decides to raise up Fred and the rest is history.

I think that such an event definitely traumatised both of them (and specifically Brad since he’s the one that brought Fred with him to Crystal Cove, blaming himself even more), and that they never healed from that. Explaining why they are acting so weird as adults later on. Brad and Judy only had each other to get trough life and they knew that as long as they stayed together, they could make it. And because the idea of loosing another person they loved after loosing their families, their friends and their son was surely terrifying.

(again, that’s before they all come back in Crystal Cove, before the curse takes the best away from them etc etc… just a bunch of hc I have about happened before the main story :))

Side note : I would give anything just to have Jones as Fred’s godfather in the pre nibiru timeline, and I mean ANYTHING. He could have been a positive influence in the og gang’s life and he therefore in Brad and Judy’s life. MAKING HIM A PART OF FRED’S LIFE WAS STILL POSSIBLE. (yes I’m a big fan of the Brad-Judy-Jones dynamic)

[mapbottakeamap]

hello hello i’d be very open to hearing about random funny/disturbing history stories if you’d like to ramble about them 👀

-@you-know-i-get-itt

You are the greatest 🙏🙏

I will now ramble about garbo the spy because he's my favorite. I haven't brushed up on his story in a hot second so all of this is from memory so sorry if it's a bit off.

So he grew up in spain and then there was a cival war. Long story short they took his chicken farm so now he hates fascists. This is important because when WWll comes along he hates the germans. He asks britian if he can be a spy for them but they say no. So he decides to just troll the germans directly and signs up to be a german spy, claiming to be a politician from spain. They send a guy to make sure he's the real deal and I guess they didn't check that much because they believe him.

So as a german spy he's supposed to go to London and recruit other german spys. But the funny thing is he never even goes to london, he just chills in a library in in like Argentina or something and is just doing a creative writing excuse of pretending to be in London. Also he would get newspapers from london and basiclly just write what he found there. So he would get a newspaper that says there's a market and the traffic is bad or something, so then he would write the germans saying that there was a market and the traffic wad bad, then the germans would get the newspaper and just be like "wow he's right". Oh also he didn't know how the british money system worked so he would just write the germans being like "ehh idk how much money I spent it doesn't matter I'll just figure it out after the way" and the germans were impressed with this because they admired how he valued the cause over the money lmao.

He also completely lied about having a network of spys. Like he would completely make up a person and give him motives and a family and all that jazz. And it worked so well that Britain thought there was an actual network of spies in London. It worked SO WELL that Germany actually stopped recruiting new spy's in London because they thought he was doing such a good job.

So eventually America joins the war and he shows the Americans what he's been doing and America is like "this guy's a genius why didn't Britain take him?" So they actually send him to London and now he's officially a double agent. It's around this time that he officially gets his code name of Garbo the sky, based off of a popular actor of the time.

So anyways you may be wondering, what did he even do as a fake german spy? Like how did he give them information? Well he used two main methods. 1: he would give vague information that they couldn't disprove or had an easy excuse. For example, he might send a letter that says there is a british troop hiding in this forest. Germany would send out a troop to check it out, find nothing, and garbo would just be like "damn they got away". Method 2: he would give PERFECT information but purposely send it too late. So like he would write EXACTLY where the british troops are and what they're going to do but he would date the letter wrong and purposely hold it later so that it looked like the letter just got to them too late.

Around this time germany began to trust him SO MUCH they decided letters were too risky and they sent him a radio to use. This made garbo's life a bit harder because he couldn't just send anything too late but he still managed.

Around this time there was a bunch of british troops on this one island or something, and garbo claimed to have a spy there a while ago and then germany is like "hey didn't you say you had a guy there? Why didn't he notice a ton of ships coming by" and garbo made up a whole story about how he died, and he even got the british to print it in an obituary so that he could send it to the germans. And the germans send their condolences and money to give to a family that never existed lmao.

So more time goes on and they send him a fucking Enigma machine and like all of their best codes. So eventually the allies start planning D day. Garbo's role was that he basically told the germans that D day was happening in a different spot. The germans value his opinion so much at this point that they send A TON of troops over there. Which not only saved a lot of lives because we won D day, but also saved a lot of german lives because they were off, safe, on a random beach.

So on the morning of D day he basically calls Germany, and makes sure that it's 3 am for them. They don't pick up because it's early. Once daytime actually rolls around and D day has already started, he gives them PERFECT information. And he actually starts to pretend to get mad at them and he yells at the operators, asking if they're taking this seriously lmao.

So needless to say the germans trusted him EVEN MORE after he gave them a perfect fucking report of D day, so much so that historians have found that several of his reports when directly to hilter's room. Anyways the germans straight up give him the highest metal of honor you could get.

Trouble starts to come through when Germany is bombing London. They ask him how the bombs are doing and he can't say they're working because they'll send more. And he can't lie and say they aren't working because they can fly overhead and see that he's lying.

So, he pretends to have gotten caught by the british and writes that he's on the run. He basically just keeps pretending he's on the run for the rest of the war.

And that's basically the end :)

He gets the highest metal you can get from the british, which makes him one of two people to ever gotten the highest metal of honor from both sides of a war.

And then he lived a peaceful and quiet life with his family and his chickens. What a goat.

Oh yeah! Lots of historians believe that without him we wouldn't have won the war. And what's funny is that he was one of the most important spys, yet he was literally never in direct danger. He was either just writing in a library or sitting in an office in London.

[finchsflight]

📻📻 for the investigator!! >:3

I am choosing to believe that two emojis means two songs!

So, first up:

Rage against the waking dawn Take the seconds of this life, and pull them through your palms And watch the day break through the night And watch it die

We were born to die But for this moment, for all time Oh, I will fight for you I will die for you

See the thing about the Investigator is that they're. Well. They're a Nemesis PC. And they're. Extremely That, to the degree that when they finished their Ambition they immediately proceeded to go get their own identity exploded, basically,

Anyway, this song is just very Investigator-coded -- they did Nemesis in a very... unhealthy way (which is normal but like. they were maybe even worse about it??); cutting out every piece of themself that wasn't built for revenge; letting their heart die inside their chest because the only love they needed was the furious, blazing love for their twin, their brother, their binary star, their better half; turning themself into not a living weapon, because they never planned to survive their own ambitions.

...They're very bad at grief processing.

(This got long. Sorry)

Second:

OH HECK YEAH I WAS HOPING WE'D GET THIS ONE

What can be done when the world has lost its class? Wrecking ships for love of all things fast

So tell me, what do we need with the sun? Now that we have an electric one To melt every shadow away Turn the night into day So give a shout of farewell Now we know we can build it ourselves But oh, we stared so long We forgot we were human

The world's gateway, we play a game of chess On the bit to win the race What do you need with these vanities and charms? Sell your fineries and take up arms

So, as you may be able to tell, this is a little bit of a Dawn Machine song. Just a little. Just a little,

Anyway, yeah. This is, to me, the archetypal Bright-Eyed Investigator song. Crashed their ship, washed up at the Grande Geode, and picked up a new job that is definitely 100% good and safe and healthy. "We stared so long, we forgot we were human" is maybe the most Dawn Machine quote ever. To me. (Especially for the Investigator, who is physically a good chunk less human! Remember how I mentioned letting their heart die inside their chest? That is only a little bit of a metaphor. After the Dawn Machine, they have a heart of clockwork; it lets them love, and see beauty, but it rips their individuality into fuel for the fire of the New Sequence. Before, they were ruthless, implicitly violent and dangerous but not quite casually; now, their danger is more... impersonal. All is fair in love and war, in the matters of the heart; theirs are rote. Clockwork. They love the average of beauty; they kill for the sin of inconvenience.)

I'm very normal about them. The last quote is also specifically relevant, because the Investigator got themself Dawnburnt right before Railway! Their coworker/second half/narrative foil/eternal companion/constant frustration, the Nihilistic Janitor of a close friend, didn't get dawnburnt and is dealing with killing Cups very normally and healthily. (This is, at best, a lie.) They are, at least, working on the Railway, though, and the 'game of chess' is very much that. (The Janitor and the Bright-Eyed Investigator have a truly fascinating dynamic to me.)

...okay one Janitor song, as a treat. They're not strictly my blorbo, but this song is so very much them I needed to put it in --

I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors I've gotten good at living on someone else's page I cut my teeth on second-hand sentiments You can't trust a single thing I say

I keep my closet free of skeletons 'Cause I'm much better at digging graves

Absolute most Janitor song ever. They're a Midnighter, a mithridatist, a thousand identities and not a single name; they cover their face in irrigo makeup so no one can see them smile or frown; they're a mystery wrapped around an enigma sealing in a lack of any soul. (They didn't give it up. They're just... soulless.)

The Investigator loses their heart for their ambitions; the Janitor finds a little bit of a heart on the way; they're caught in each other's gravity, like binary stars.

Two futures, endlessly circling.

...As you may be able to tell, I am exceptionally normal about the Investigator.

Thanks for asking, and. Uh. Hopefully this wasn't too wearingly long,

[yubel198]

got another SMG4 theory to discuss

you guys notice how lately on SMG4's channel, after the Puzzlevision arc, it feels like SMG4 is slowly losing his mind again, not counting the remasters, but some vids have had their names changed after being uploaded.

To those that remember what Puzzles said back in Mario the Exploro, he wants to transform the channel into his own.

Since we're also nearing the 1 year anniversary of Western Spaghetti in a couple of weeks, I have this theory.

It seems to me that Puzzles and SMG4 are fighting for control of the channel. It would explain why SMG4's acting more erratic lately, he's trying to make sure Puzzles doesn't take over.

Puzzles has been an issue on the channel since "It's Gotta Be Perfect" then showing up again in "We Interrupt This Broadcast" with hints of his existence in that episode, along with "Ready to Ride?" and "Western Spaghetti" we didn't deal with him again until WotFI, when he finally revealed himself to us. After that, silence until "No TV Makes Mario No Okie-Dokie" where he finally made his move and captured Mario, Luigi, SMG3 and 4, Bob, Boopkins, Tari and Meggy (even though Boopkins wasn't in that episode)

what strikes me as weird is that, Puzzles is possibly playing the long game, using SMG4 to help rebuild the Showgrounds currently, as we saw in "Meme Hunters" SMG4's building a new attraction for the Showgrounds.

This does make sense as the last building we got was Three's cafe, and that was in November, so it makes sense to add something to help his friends' business out.

Despite that, there's still so much we don't know regarding the Showgrounds, Puzzles main motive, because I feel his original motive in the movie was a lie.

Seriously, kidnapping the crew of another series, just to try and take control of their lives?

...

Okay maybe Opossol was onto something when she made the Creative Control animatic, as that's kinda what he wants to do to the SMG4 crew: take control of the show, and, by extent, them.

it's insane when you think about it.

though, are Puzzles and SMG4 currently fighting for control of the channel? what's the new attraction gonna be? I also have, two other questions, that we still don't have answers to.

The secret door, and Clench.

Back in the new castle's debut, there was a boarded up room which, not even SMG4 knows what's in there. Same for the upstairs not being done. What is in that room? it's been almost a year since we got the new castle, so, when will we see what it is?

as for Clench, while he's only appeared four times, three in the main show, once in the SMG4 Crew episodes (speaking of why haven't we gotten any new ones?) the dude just showed up out of nowhere and seems to appear periodically for no reason. yet, back when Puzzles was making his move, Clench was active around Meggy, but immediately deactivated around SMG4. People were theorizing that Clench would help save the crew in the movie, but he didn't even show up.

Why?

What's his purpose?

Ever since Boopkins debut back in 2016, each of the original characters have had some form of usefulness on the show. Some... more than others. looking at you Meggy. Outside of the dead characters, some have been permanently cast as side characters, or written out of the channel altogether. I'm not counting the recolors as that makes sense as to why they were written out of the channel, but characters like Jeeves and Wheeler barely show up, and Wheeler makes for a good villain. Belle hardly if ever shows up, same for Whimpu, Rob, SMG1 and 2, Shroomy, Kaizo, even Saiko and Melony are hardly in the show anymore, Chris too as Swag seems to be more prominent.

Yet, they all still at least served a purpose.

Clench... is an enigma

more so than the inner machinations of Patrick Star's mind

(points if you get the reference)

*sighs* we may never get answers as to what's going on or what direction the channel's going... but I wanna know what's going on, who agrees?

[orchiddevourer]

Rambling about a character from an obscure indie game trilogy *SPOILERS INCLUDED* (long post) part 1

This post will include content from Mothered, The Enigma Machine and Echostasis: Prologue, so there are going to be lots of spoilers. The full Echostasis game hasn't dropped yet so there might changes to this post later. I'll discuss Mothered: Home in a seperate post as that dlc is confusing, but it will be mentioned later.

Explanation vids have already been made about some of these games so i wont explain that much in my own post. This post may serve as a sort of recap before Echostasis drops.

So with that out of the way, this post will basically be about Red, her story and her character arc throughout the trilogy. Lots of rambling and maybe some info-dumping included.

Part 1: Mothered - life as a replacement of someone

Basically Red starts out as a robot possesing Liana's CORE/soul. The real Liana died of terminal illness and her father took on the task to somehow bring her back via an android with her CORE, with the plan being that her soul will be nurtured out via the mother and fully overtake the robot's interface. So far this hasnt worked without the entites inside the robot (The interface and Liana's soul) corrupting eachother, resulting in it being disposed of (standard game ending). I'll get to the true game ending, but first i want to talk abt Liana's mother/Evelyn.

Liana's mom and her treatment towards "Liana"

She probably has the worst side of the deal between her and her husband with being tasked with playing mother to a robot carrying her deceased daughter's face (mind you "Liana" is implied to not look even remotely human). Understandbly she's upset by that and even horrified/unnerved by the robot. And she has to interact with it every week with the same routine. I fully understand how she feels and why she does what she does. She doesnt owe motherly or friendly behaviour to a being that's not her own kid. But OMFG don't fucking treat said being that has ABSOLUTELY NO FAULT in the situation like SHIT. Feeding it dirt while telling it that it is it's fav meal, making sleep outside that one time. Again, i understand why she did that - to test whether really Liana is in it. But what about that one time in saturday evening when she indirectly insults the robot itself by comparing it to rotten apples without cores. Ok, "Liana" wasn't sentient throughout these instances, but for the apples thing Liana was "awake" to also hear that little comment, but was in denial abt it.

This sort of treatment towards the robot totally lead to the mother's own almost possible last-minute demise when "Liana" almost stabbed her with a kitchen knife as instructed by Liana herself. Ofc the android hands the knife to Evelyn as both it and Liana are confined in complience. To say that mother's behaviour plus the stress by the predicament the girl is in taking a toll on Liana is an understatement as she must've felt so confused and hurt to be so ready to kill her own mother. Enough said, let's move on.

The "birth" of Red

To get the true ending you need to interact with father's record player on Wednesday afternoon afternoon AFTER you pick all the apples and did not interact with mother. This unlocks a door which was locked to u before. Head into the door and down and ur good to go.

"Liana" is not supposed to go there, so in order to continue they progressively get more and more contaminated as Liana is overriding the interface. The two entities actually start to communicate with eachother and later on they reach a terminal which triggers lots of memory leaks. They learn the truth and remember all their previous failed attempts even if they were following the path that was set out for them via programming. The two decide to carve their own path, the interface and Liana merging into what is a new entity. They get out of the basement and leave with father who gives this new sentient being a name - Red. Happily ever after, right?

Part 2: The Enigma Machine - yikes

With the ending in the previous game you'd think that Red has really gone her own path without any problems? That she's living her life the way she wants it to? lol no. The thing is that the dad wasnt supposed to be doing what he was doing and the androids made at Enigma Corp arent really supposed to be contaminated i.e. become sentient.

Eitherway Red got tracked down by Enigma employees, her conciousness got taken out of her body and she got reduced into a training AI to be further studied as she's the very first of their androids to become sentient. With that sentience you'd think that she would be treated with equal respect and with her having her feelings being taken into consideration? Nope, bc for the moneyz and bc for the "citizens of tomorrow".

Red, now called demOS ( Defective Enigma Machine Operating System) serves as a training AI that is used to teach RAD engineers how to deal with "contaminated" AIs like her via a program called Dreamscape that explores an AI's mindscape a. Basically decontaminating the contaminated AI from the inside ie getting rid of it's sentience. So what happens is that everytime a new simulation is being ran a new copy of Red is made that ends up being killed over and over. And she remembers each instance of that during gameplay. She is fully aware of her situation.

Part 3: Events between TEM and Mothered: Home - repurpoced again and out for revenge

After a few years later the Dreamscape program is outlawed and Enigma Corp make a new one where virtual realities are made for people for them to escape to called "Echos". And who is in charge of creating said Echos? None other than our Red who has been repurpoced again into an algorithm called "HER". So she is now in a position where she has power and ofc she's going to use said power for revenge after what's been done to her. She seems to be recognized as a big threat and is shut down by "Angel" (more into this character in a another post).

Now let me take the time to point out sth. Is it just me or is Red giving off Rei Ayanami energy? Like both are vessels to souls that aren't theirs and both are mistreated by parental figures in some ways. Red also bears some similarities to Phos's life developement (of course i have to bring HnK into this post) - both face torture throughout their lives and later are changed into godlike beings, otherwise all similiarities between end here. Honestly I wouldn't be suprised if the dev took inspiration from Evangelion.

Ok, that's all for now. There will be a part 2 to this post. Overall a really awesome trilogy of games. I can feel the wave of brain rot that's approaching in two months.

[koffing-time]

\\Hello! My name is Brandy and i‘m here to make everything better! I am a RRRRROTOM and I live here now. Let me show you around! It‘s actually a really nice place.//

[a video file. The camera has a slight sway to it, as if it‘s not being held by a person but instead floating.

The video shows the Koffing-Time café, which is completely empty and dark. It seems to be nighttime, but a flashlight is illuminating enough of the place. The camera pans upwards to show a large ventilator on the ceiling. A Text-To-Speech voice says: „Well, first i have to mention this big and beautiful piece of disappintment over there. Mr. Olivia has forbidden me to posess this ventilator. I bet it would be very funny to spin around in it really fast.“ After a short pause the voice adds: „I actually don‘t know if Olivia wants to be called „Mr.“ but he had a pin saying he/they on their apron today. I think i‘ll just drop the title.“

The camera moves to show a large coffee-machine with a lot of different functions. The voice explains while the view shows the machine from all angles „This is a very weird machine. It FEELS so inviting but i can‘t really posess it. I wil keep trying. It is so beautiful and i want to explore it.“

The shot changes again and the camera moves through a backdoor behind the counter through a dark hallway. The next room is a large pantry with a large oven, almost industrial in size and many many shelves with all kinds of bags, jars and boxes on them. There is also a large metal door. The camera focuses on the oven while the voice speaks up again: „Here we have this wonderful wonderful oven! Just look at the SIZE of this thing! I love it! The place where i was before only had a tiny microwave, very boring very boring. I hope Tix lets me use this sometime. They seemed hesitant so far but i will convince them sooner or later!“ The camera pans towards the metal door and the voice continues: „And here we have an enigma! This feels so strange! It is cold, like a freezer but it is also just a room! And i can feel the electricity calling me, but there is no place to get in! There is also a small fridge in the other room, but it‘s so tiny it‘S not worth showing. I want to know what is up with this one here instead!“

The video continues for a little bit, showing all kinds of electric gadgets and household items like a blender, a flashlight or a TV remote, all being thoroughly judged about how fun they are to posess. A milk frother in particular seems to excite the person speaking a lot.

The camera floats towards the staircase to the upper story but suddenly the shot freezes. The voice is heard once again: „Oops. I forgot i‘m not supposed to show the upstairs. Sorr-“

The video ends abruptly]

\\That‘s it! I hope i can have a lot of fun here! Come visit me sometime! Please!//

[fukuokanodivision]

Yuno’s Thoughts On 2nd Members

Jiro Yamada

“If it isn’t my ‘younger brother.’ If you ask me, Jiro carries the image of me when I was younger. Not that it’s a bad thing, He just brings back memories. Not only that, Ikebukuro gives the home type feel when it comes to division standards, That’s really the reason for my excitement when making visits sometimes. The sad thing is that I don’t know how to be a big brother, Considering I am the youngest in my family. So, Jiro is helping me learn what it’s like to be a role model for a younger sibling. Of course, In a fun way.”

Jyuto Iruma

“Officer Iruma? Yeah, I’ve seen him around. Maybe I don’t make too much visits to Yokohama, But I atleast know he’s been talked about presumably all over it, Even outside of the place. It makes sense considering he’s a cop and all, Plus being a pretty good rapper for M.T.C. Aside from OverDrives accidental detour to Yokohama, I haven’t received the chance to speak with him since then. Besides, Eko tends to talk about him sometimes whenever he’s around, So it’s more easier to go off of his knowledge rather than my own.”

Gentaro Yumeno

“Yumeno, The author from Amemura’s division…Much like Eko and Mai-san again, He’s another mystery. I don’t know what’s with teams like Fling Posse that totally are literally complete enigma’s, Despite teams like Matenrou are the total mystery according to the public. It’s a reused Mandela effect at this point, really. But, I have a few of his works that rest aimlessly on my desk, So he isn’t a total stranger. I guess I’ll never know though. Maybe I should start working on more of my people skills, As it seems I can’t remember anyone outside Fukuoka much…Makes sense when Fukuoka is really far away from the others.”

Hifumi Izanami

“Izanami…Matenrou’s 2nd member, I see. Like Jinguji-san, I’m also happy Mai-san has a good relationship with him as well. Surprisingly, I can also relate with him. Always trying the best we both can in order to make our teammates happy, That sort of thing I guess. Much like Mai-san themself, Both of them radiate tons of positive energy. It’s like they’re both positivity machines to power a big powerhouse. All in all, I’ll have to make a visit to Shinjuku sometime, You know, To see who Izanami is of course.”

Rosho Tsutsujimori

“Tsutsujimori, I imagine I may have a small, tiny knowing of him. Maybe Eko had met his divisions leader, Nurude, But I know a tiny bit on his partner. While we as OverDrive were in Osaka and Eko was tirading on Nurude while we were walking back to our resting place. Based on Eko’s tirade, I made a visit to his school, Where he was teaching at. It was after hours, But I just made simple conversation on how I was apart of OverDrive and new to Osaka. He didn’t find it awkward, But I heard a small kink in his voice. It’ll be pretty interesting to speak again with him someday.”

Jyushi Aimono

“Aimono, Eko’s definitely talked about this guy. I remember when he came over to my residence one day. We were just talking about other DRB teams and I randomly brought up Nagoya, Asking what their team was like. A second later, Eko tells me about the divisions team and immediately brings up Aimono when talking about the members. I haven’t listened to visual kei, So his name doesn’t ring too much of a bell for me out of the ordinary. I guess I’ll just ask Eko the next time I see him for more takes on him.”

[17-noodlebird]

So, remember how I said that in my Amazing Digital Road Trip AU, Pomni and Caine would definitely be drinking buddies?

Well, allow me to introduce you to...

La Pierrot is a tavern in The Amazing Digital Circus where after a particularly rough day, Caine goes out to get a drink. Eventually, Pomni finds out about this place and ever since, it's been something of a secret hangout space for both Pomni and Caine. More often than not, they'll end up buzzed at best, and outright wasted at worst, depending on how terrible the day went.

The bartender there is an NPC by the name of Joaquin, and he's supposed to be a pastiche to another digital bartender named Miguel from the game Bartender: The Right Mix, and wouldn't you believe it, Joaquin is an excellent listener, taking time to pay attention to any of his patrons’ concerns, Caine's especially. Joaquin will also put on a great show with his cocktail-making skills, and will serve a full glass of water to Pomni and Caine on the house if he thinks they had enough for the night. Truly a man of commitment, empathy, and compassion.

This video below will give you a good idea of Joaquin and his lovely liquor establishment:

Aside from Bubble (who is always informed of Caine's whereabouts ahead of time), none of the other characters are even aware that La Pierrot even exists, mainly because Pomni and Caine often came home in time before anyone got suspicious. If they ever do miss curfew for some reason — and by some reason, I mean they are too gloinked to even find their way home — Bubble will come fetch them and bring them to their respective quarters (with a complimentary glass of water, of course), where hangover hijinks will ensue the next morning.

Also, it doesn't take much for Caine to become completely out of it; a single glass of bourbon would be enough to inebriate him lickety split, with Pomni having to become his straight man for the time being. The inner machinations of these best friends are an enigma, folks.

This video below is an imaginative example of their time at the bar, but with booze:

Oh, and they'll be screaming, "JOAQUIIIIIIIIINNN!!!!" to his face.

Oh and, uh, as for Episode 2, the first location of Team Circus's fantastical road trip will remain a mystery for now, as I wanna keep you on your toes until I feel the time is right. So stay tuned!

[setagaya-division]

A sound of something being dragged is heard until it stops in front of his residence’s entrance and then, his doorbell suddenly rings.

“Sir, we’ve got something delivered to you!” 

Once he recalls that the owner of that voice is none other than the delivery man who usually works in his neighborhood, the glasses boy can’t help but cautiously approach the doors for a quick check through the peephole. He must be certain first that what’s on the other side of the doors isn’t something that would bring harm to him and his family. 

Not finding anything suspicious but a sight of some kind of vehicle(?) in front of his residence, Elliot makes up his mind to go check it by himself.

Looking closely at the vehicle, he finds out that it’s a brand-new bicycle with a fairly spaceful basket below. Checking up its basket which seems to be large enough to fit the medium-sized dog in, there his blue eyes meet other two gifts wrapped in cloth and one envelope sticking out.

“To Elliot Shimizu of ENIGMA

Firstly, Happy Birthday to you and greetings to the Setagaya Division.

This letter was written from a certain division a bit far away from Tokyo —Somewhere where you may take interest in since there are a herd of wild deer allowed to roam around in the town. This time we’ve got some presents for you.

The box with a fragile symbol is from me; It's a double-walled mug. With its gap between two layers, it can prevent heat from burning your fingers and prevent condensation at its outer surface from making your mug wet. It has a cute design too, so that’s a plus!

The next gift is from my friend, Asahi. This time around he chose to make the nerikiri called ‘Ajisai (Hydrengea)’ for you! It is named after Japan’s signature flower that blooms in the rainy season (and also the same flower that flourishes around our old man’s place). Oh, don’t worry about the ingredients. This wagashi is made from rice flour, shiro-an (white bean paste), agar, sugar and some food colorings, so that even vegan can enjoy them!

And how don’t we talk about the last present. It’s an E-bike with the basket beneath the saddle. The bike’s size isn’t too unwieldy so I think it’s good for maintenance and many more activities; like taking your pets for a short journey, or maybe it can even attend your errand at the supermarket. Honestly, I think our old man definitely have some soft spot for hard-workers.

P.S. I also heard from my classmate’s dad the vet around here that there is a very young man started assisted the veterinary work in Tokyo, perhaps that’s you by any chance?

Hope y’all blessed in health and have a nice year

Yuuya Kanata, Nara Division”

———Somewhere in the town where the deer roam free

“Saigo-san, do you happen to see Ojou-chan anywhere? I think I’ve lost sight of her just now.”

“How would I know about that? I’m not your fucking cat.”

“…Lately I’ve often found her snuggling around my computer when I’m not looking. Maybe she just prefers a warm place.”

“You two really get along huh? First time we met, you looked like a total mess bringing that furball into my house.”

“That time I only got some scratches…”

“‘Some scratches’ you say. That time your entire arms were all covered in plasters.” 

“That’s her instinct to defend herself.”

“And she did attack me once I just wanted to inspect something!”

“That was because you made her feel unsafe!”

“Meooww!”

The fact is ...for some reason (but do cats really have any reason?), the kitten they adopted seems to attack anyone who tries to touch her except her favorite human.

As Elliot finished reading the letter, he looked up at the e-bike. To say he was a little intimidated by the machine would be an understatement. To be honest, he had always detested motorized vehicles after finding out that some of them caused stress and anxiety to dogs due to unnecessary noise they make. It also didn't help that Elliot didn't know the first thing about riding a bike, let alone a motorized one. He much preferred to walk, as it was good for the environment and a person's well-being. Plus, didn't you need a license to ride a motorized vehicle, anyway? Elliot never saw reason to get one, especially since he was so young. ...But just leaving the bike there after it had been given to him would be rude and hurtful to the person who gave it to him.

"Maybe... I can have Mina-san or Yorii-san teach me how to ride it..." He thought, before heading back into his house to observe the other two gifts he had received. He was particularly interested in the mug. To say he loved the design on it would be an understatement. He smiled as he made sure to use that cup the next he got. Picking up one of sweet treats from his final gift, Elliot took the leap and bit into one. His eyes grew round as his mouth absorbed the flavors of the white bean paste.

Looking at the other three uneaten ones, he debated between leaving some for his siblings. He knew Yorii loved anything that was sweet. He wasn't sure about Mina-san, but he knew Yorii would just eat hers if she didn't. Nodding, he took one more treat from the plate and left the rest sitting on the kitchen table. He smiled as he headed back to his study room, very happy at how this day was going.

[jasonsutekh]

Breaking the Code (1996)

A biopic of Alan Turing who broke the enigma code making for more successes in WW2 and led to the invention of the computer, focusing on his personal life.

In a way this is better than the later Imitation Game (2014) biopic which had much better cinematography but had to focus much more on the technical achievements and war effort to sway the majority audience into empathising with him. This one was more realistic when reflecting the plight of chemical castration and the ‘patriotic’ government overlooked the achievements even to save him from ‘crimes’ that would later be seen as another aspect of his humanity.

There was a great deal of jumping around in time that got confusing at points, especially when the years were close together but broken up by flashbacks (or forwards). There was also little emphasis on his first love which left an impact considering he named a later prototype invention after young Chris who only appears in a couple of scenes.

More emphasis was lended to the technical explanations and passion for the mechanical than was provided by the cinema version and it felt more authentic to the person who the narrative is based upon since the strive towards machine intelligence was provably his main interest. There was also some more attention to his family which helped us identify with him.

The authority figures were largely presented as neutral but from Alan’s perspective should have allowed for some subjective license since the police at the time especially shouldn’t have been shown as any kind of decent. The gravitas was one thing that was lacking, time jumps didn’t help carry the drama from scene to scene especially since it missed out on the heavier war elements that could have lended more entertainment.

4/10 -It’s below average, but only just!-

-The lead actor was nearly 16 years older when portraying Turing than when Turing died.

[crimson-ace-reviews]

Ultraman Blazar: Initial Thoughts

So as of this post, the first eight episodes of Ultraman Blazar have aired, so I thought I'd give my initial thoughts on it like I did with Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger. Of course, this means another plot summary.

One night, a leader of a military platoon named Gento (Played by Tomoya Warabino) is nearly killed by a giant monster, but unlike earlier Ultraman shows, the titular Ultraman Blazar already resides in him. After awakening his Ultraman powers and defeating the monster, Gento is recruited by Chief Retsu Haruno (Played by Masaya Kato) to lead a new military organization, the Special Kaiju Reaction Detachment, or SKaRD. Gento's team consists of Vice-Captain Teruaki Nagura (Played by Yuki Ito), a disciplined analyst who serves as mission control, Emi Aobe (Played by Himena Tsukimiya), a master of disguise who serves as the team's intelligence officer, Yasunobu Bando (Played by Hayate Kajihara), a skilled mechanic who created the giant robot designed to fight Monsters, Earth Garon, and Anri Minami (Played by Konomi Naito), one of Earth Garon's pilots who struggles to adapt to the less strict environment SKaRD operates under.

THE STORY

The writing for this season was meant to deviate from the usual style associated with the past few Ultraman seasons. For one thing, the titular Ultraman Blazar is shown to be more aggressive than past Ultras, not only forcing Gento to transform in Episode 1, but shouting and growling during a fight, almost like an animal. He still gets the job done and fights monsters, but there's an underlying mystery as to who he really is, making him even more of an enigma than the Ultras who also had mysteries surrounding their past, like Ginga, X, or Decker.

As for the episodes, while they're the usual monster of the week stories, but they're still enjoyable in their own ways. Episode 1 is dark and foreboding, Episodes 2 and 3 are more lighthearted and set up SKaRD as a team, Episode 4 has Emi go undercover at a chemical company almost like in a cop show, Episode 5 is back to the lighthearted antics involving a monster who accidentally had a pair of cannons installed on its back, Episode 6 is a serious story involving an alien who hijacks Earth Garon, and Episode 7 is the first of a two-parter exploring humanity's impact on the planet. There's genuinely a lot of variety with the writing here.

THE CHARACTERS

SKaRD is a pretty well-rounded cast, all things considered.

Gento being the team's leader is a first in the franchise, and it leads to a lot of interesting plotlines. He's shown to be someone who cares for his team, and wants things to be less formal than most military operations, but at the same time, you can see how good of a leader he is. He's also shown to be married and has a kid too, which also adds a little more to make him relatable to the audience. As for Blazar himself, while we don't know much right now, there are still moments that highlight how different of a fighter he is from past Ultras, coming across as a hunter than a hero.

Emi is easily my favorite character in the show. While not the actual second-in-command, she works as a foil for Gento, and the two have great chemistry together. You can genuinely buy their friendship the most out of the entire cast. I also love how good at espionage she is, showing she's more of a spy than a straight up fighter.

Anri is also a really solid character. I like how she struggles the most to adjust to being part of a team as informal as SKaRD, and genuinely lets her weaknesses show more often than not, like her social awkwardness or her disgust towards bugs.

Yatsunobu is a nice take on one of the franchise's character archetypes, the mechanic. While socially awkward at times to the point of talking with a washing machine (which he even named Cururu), he's not the bombastic or quirky mad scientist in the way characters like Ide, Doigaki, or Yuka are. He's a humble man who just loves working with machines.

Teruaki and Retsu are... kind of just there, for the most part. So far, neither of them have really gotten a focus episode, and don't have a lot in terms of personality. Other than that, it's a pretty solid cast of characters.

We also have tons of original monsters in this show, with only a single returning alien so far. The monsters are all pretty cool too. They have a very Showa-esque charm to them with their behavior, like Gedos trying to eat a bunch of processed fish, or Dorgo being a peaceful monster who just wants to sleep. They have their own memorable quirks that make them more than just things for Blazar to punch.

Overall, while I don't have a lot to say, I'm really interested in seeing where Blazar goes in the future.